Tree Of Souls (Transfusion Saga #6) - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,99
that you won’t do that again,” he informed me calmly, which only managed to make me angrier than if he had been back to shouting at me.
“Oh, so what, you gonna put me on a leash?!” I snapped making him grin,
“Don’t give me ideas, Pet…” he said putting emphasis on the word before adding,
“…I think you would look fucking sexy wearing a collar with a chain attached from it, to my fist.” I sneered at him and snapped,
“Yeah well, this bitch bites, Lucius, and not in a way you will fucking like!” Then I looked down at his cock, making my point by nodding to his hard erection that was pressing against his jeans. However, having him throw his head back and laugh, had me asking,
“Seriously, you’re Bipolar aren’t you?”
“Around you, starting to feel like it sweetheart,” he commented wryly.
“Let me go,” I demanded, seeing as he seemed to be in a better mood again.
“No… now tell me your fears, and let’s get this done.” So much for good moods, I thought irritably.
“I don’t want to talk about it like this!” I snapped, yanking on my hands, and making the bed shake a little. The corner of his mouth tipped up into a dark grin as he told me,
“I like you like this.”
“Well, I don’t!” I shouted, making him snap back in sight of my anger,
“Yes, well I have just spent eight weeks hunting your ass down and that, Amelia…that, I didn’t like so much!”
“Fine! Then I will just live like this then…can’t wait until I need a pee!” I snapped making him chuckle and making me hiss under my breath,
“Bipolar, asshole.”
“Yeah, well this asshole has you at his mercy, so maybe think about that the next time you want me to feel the sting of venom from your tongue,” he threatened making me scoff,
“What I want is for you to release me so you can feel the sting of my hand as I slap you!”
“Yes, and we always know where that gets you, and sweetheart, if you wanted me to kiss you, then all you need to do is ask…or beg, depending on my mood.”
“I wouldn’t beg you for anything!” I shouted up at him, at the same time raising my head as much as my restraints would allow, so as to put action behind the statement.
“Oh, I bet you would, especially as I have a feeling that my girl has been suffering from the loss of my hands…and my lips…” he said lowering himself to my collar bone and kissing across it after first popping a few of my buttons open, freeing one shoulder. I purposely held back a moan and muttered instead,
“You wish.” Then I felt his knowing grin against my skin before he kissed his way up my neck and along my jaw before coming to my lips.
“No, I don’t wish, I know… for I have felt that same loss, my girl.” He whispered this last part before kissing me. But I refused to participate, which is when he started to coax me to.
“Open up for me, sweetheart.” I shook my head keeping my mouth closed. Because I was angry, and I was hurt and most of all I was confused. But throughout all of these things, I refused him because I knew that nothing would be solved with a kiss, one that would only end up playing on my emotions. So, I held strong, turned my face away and said,
“Release me.” He started kissing my jaw once more, nipping at it until his fingers took hold of my chin so he could force me back to his lips.
“Open for me, and I will think about it.” I shook my head once more, gritting out a hissed,
“No” and his reply was a bad ass grin that should have told me that he was a long way from being done with me.
“But you look so beautiful when you open that pretty mouth for me,” he said, his tone smooth and dangerous. So, I made a point of rolling my lips inwards and shaking my head.
“I always get what I want, Amelia, remember that,” he warned and just as I was about to shake my head once more his hand was suddenly cupping my sex and before I could shift away from it, he slipped a hand inside the waistband of my panties. Then the second he touched my clit I gasped, and of course…
He was there ready.
His tongue invaded my mouth and his kiss turned hot and