31. Good GirlSinner #3
Her eyes snapped up to me. “Have you talked to her about me?”
“A bit. She knows you take a while to open up to people and feel safe in their space. She understands. She’s really fucking kind, Ray. And funny. Way too pure for me, but I’ve shown her what a nutter I am, and she still wants me.”
“That’s why you like her. She won’t try to change you.” She stared at me, her lips curving slightly as she shook her curls. “I still can’t believe you’re married.”
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I’m not, actually,” she laughed. “It’s just weird. Does this mean you’re going to start being mature, boring, and hosting dinner parties?”
“No way!”
“So how does it feel?”
“How does what feel? Being married?”
“No.” She couldn’t stop the teasing grin spreading across her face. “To be an even bigger sap than Giovanni.” She laughed at my horrified expression. “It’s adorable. Pathetic. But mostly adorable.”
I yanked the book out of her hands and tossed it over my shoulder, letting it fall to the road below.
She gasped, scrambling to her feet and leaning over the balcony to stare at the crime scene as I walked back through the bedroom. “Sani! You are so annoying!”
“Ever bring a real-life boyfriend home, and he’ll get the same treatment,” I chuckled, opening the door to find Aria walking past. I pulled her into me as she glanced over my shoulder to see Raya stamping her foot in frustration and hanging over the balcony.
“Is she okay? She’s not going to jump, is she?”
“No, she’s just mourning her demonic book boyfriend.”
Aria frowned as I grabbed her hand and dragged her towards our bedroom. The list of all her bratty behaviour from yesterday was burning a hole in my pocket, and now that my family was gone, I was ready to make good on my promise.
Holding her shoulders, I forced her to sit on the edge of the bed and pulled out the paper. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed as she recognised what it was. Fuck, I loved that look. All innocence and apprehension, with an underlying excitement.
“Did you think you’d get away with teasing me yesterday?”
She licked her lips, then slowly shook her head. Of course, my little rebel was probably hoping she hadn’t. She loved my punishments.
I grabbed her by the throat and stepped between her legs, causing her to gasp and tilt her head back, her blue eyes fixed on me with desire.
“Hands behind your back,” I ordered, my voice turning gravelly at the thought of what I had planned for her later. She moved her hands behind her back and blinked up at me. My lips curved. “Keep them there. Now, on your knees.”
I could tell she wanted to bite back and tell me to ask nicely, but she thought better of it. Wise choice. She was already at ten offences. She slipped off the bed and onto her knees, forcing me to let go of her throat and stand above her.
“Good girl.” I smiled at the flare of need from her submissive side which melted at those words. Now that she trusted me with her heart, her safety and her body, she was about to experience me at my most dominant.
Most women I’d been with in the past always liked the idea of being dominated and completely at my mercy, of being edged, used and played with for my satisfaction, but I always knew it was a performance.
There was always an element of fear at play, which meant they never truly gave themselves over to me quite like Aria did.
She was my perfect woman. A perfect balance of brat, good girl, and submission. And she didn’t even realise she was doing it. It was just her. Later, I’d find out just how perfect she was for me.
“When I get home, I want you waiting for me just like this, but naked. I want your eyes on me the moment I walk through that door.”
“But how will I know when you’ll be home?”
An evil grin crept across my face. “You won’t.”
Her lips parted as realisation dawned on her. “You want me to stay here like this the whole time?” She laughed in disbelief, and my dick hardened. “Waiting for you like your obedient little whore, desperate to suck your cock?”
I grabbed her jaw and narrowed my eyes, secretly loving that attitude. I raised my eyebrow. “Isn’t that exactly what you want?”
Her mouth opened and closed, her cheeks flushing as she couldn’t deny that the idea turned her on more than it pissed her off.
I stepped back, gave her a wink, and strolled into the dressing room to grab my jacket.
The thought of her on her knees waiting for me, thinking about all the things I would do to her when I got home, made me painfully hard already.
Not ideal when I’m about to meet her father.
Clearly, I loved torturing myself just as much as teasing her.
“And what if I don’t do it?” she asked defiantly as I walked back towards her. I bent at the waist and gave her a bruising kiss, refusing to touch any part of her body and letting my lips and tongue do the talking.
“Then be ready to apologise the way I like it, Wife.”
I turned and stalked out of the room, leaving her with a choice I knew my beautiful rebel would struggle to make.