Page 50 of Ransom
His face was turned. What I could see had gone red.
"Means I'm yours."
I held still with my finger inside him and the water running over both of us.
"Was that the wrong answer?"
"No."
I pulled my finger out. He made a sound of protest, and I grabbed his hip and turned him back around. I pushed him against the tile, grabbed his hair, and pulled hard enough to bring his face up to mine.
"Look at me."
He looked.
"You came onto my land lying. You came up here to kill a man and let me put my hands on you instead. You're a fucking Texas Ranger and you're standing in my shower asking me to fill you up again." I tightened my fist. "Tell me what that makes you."
"You tell me."
"You're a criminal. You're a killer."
His breath caught. "Yeah."
"What do criminals get?"
"Punished."
"That what you want?"
"Yes."
"Say please."
His eyes never left mine. "Please."
I bit his lip until it split, licked the blood off, and his mouth opened for me. He whimpered. I had my hand wrapped around his throat, not squeezing, just there, and he was rocking his hips against mine like he couldn't stop.
"I'm going to fuck you," I said against his mouth. "And you're going to keep what I give you. Bad boys don't get to come empty. You hear me?"
"Yeah."
I put my hands under his thighs and hauled him up off the floor. He wrapped his legs around my waist. I pinned him against the tile with my cock pressed against him.
"You gonna fuck me, cowboy, or stand there all day?"
I pushed in.
He was still loose from last night, and the slide of it almost ended me. He made a sound I hadn't heard from him before, low and broken, and his head tipped back against the tile.
"Look at me."
He opened his eyes.
"All the way in. Feel that?"
"Yes."
I pulled almost all the way out and fucked back into him hard enough that he slid up the tile. His mouth fell open. I did it again, deeper. Driving him against the wall with my hand spread across his ass.
