Page 71 of Sweet Violence
“That’s not—” I huffed out a quiet breath, something halfway between a laugh and disbelief. “That’s not a reason.”
“It is to me.”
I went still, watching the way he pulled the lace snug, precise and unhurried, like he wasn’t even aware of how intentional he looked doing something this small.
Or maybe he was.
With him, it was hard to tell.
“Besides, you can barely sit up right let alone tie your shoes.” He kissed my kneecap. “Just sit there like the angel you are.”
“My cum drunk little angel.”
I shifted before I could stop myself, pressing my knees together, fingers finding the edge of the desk just to have somewhere to go while I tried to act like my cock wasn’t swelling under the zipper he’d just re-fastened.
A smug smile touched his lips. “You good, baby?”
“Are you teasing me?” I demanded, and he laughed.
“It is super fucking rude of you to be so coherent right now while I?—”
Oh.
He looked perfectly put together, like he hadn’t just fed me his come off the tip of his fingers a whole ten minutes ago, while I couldn’t even finish a sentence.
Was I just…not good?
The thought turned my stomach sour.
He’d said I was his.
Did he mean it, or was that just something that sounded right in the moment?
“Baby, I can see your brain moving behind your eyes.”
I blinked, a little too fast, like that might prove him wrong.
“I’m not?—”
“Thinking?” His mouth curved slightly. “You are. A lot.”
I huffed out a breath, dropping my gaze for a second. “That’s kind of my thing.”
“I’m aware.”
His hands didn’t stop. He finished tying the lace, tightening it once like he didn’t trust it otherwise, then let his fingers rest briefly against my ankle.
“Do you want to tell me where you just went?” he asked.
“Uh.” I hesitated, fingers curling slightly against the edge of the desk. “Not really.”
That earned me a soft exhale—almost a laugh, but not quite.
He gave the lace one last adjustment, then stood, unfolding back to his full height like it hadn’t taken any effort at all.
Which… did not help.
He nudged my chin with his knuckle, lifting my gaze. “What if I say please?”
