Page 61 of Filthy Little Lies
For her, I’ll find the patience.
“Just let me go,” she says softly, barely trying to pry herself from my grip.
“Remind me, Savvy, what was the rule about talking badly about yourself.”
Her gaze darts up to me at that. I wait, gentling my hold on her. Even if she gets free of me, I’ll catch her again.
And again.
And again.
I’ll keep catching her until she realizes she can’t get away from me.
“Gabriel.”
“Remind me,” I insist, moving my hand to her throat and walking her back until she’s pressed against the door. “What’s the rule?”
Her heart hammers beneath my fingertips, steady and strong. She wets her lips.
“I’m not allowed to talk bad about myself. But I’m not, I’m just saying what the files said.”
“The files said you got a shit deal in life. That families who were more interested in a government check than in actually taking care of a child were put in charge of you. The files said you were failed. Not that you failed.”
She searches my face, as though she’s going to find a lie. I can’t blame her. She’s never been faced with the prospect of having someone on her side, without question, without fail. Even her friend, Cassie, disappears for months at a time.
“What is it going to take for you to understand that when I say you’re mine, I mean you are mine. Not for today, or tomorrow, but forever.”
She sucks in a breath. “That’s not how this works, Gabriel.”
“How what works?”
“You can’t just declare you own me forever.”
“There you go again, telling me I can’t do something.” I step into her, pressing my body flush with hers. “Now about the rule you broke.”
“You just want a reason to punish me.”
“You like when I punish you. Admit it.” I kiss her cheek, her chin, the tip of her nose. “Tell me.”
She moans when I run my tongue along the shell of her ear.
“I do,” she whispers like she’s confessing in the darkness of a confessional. Only, there isn’t a penance waiting for her that will absolve her for the things I’m going to do to her.
“You do what?” I nip her earlobe. “You like when I put you over my knee? You love it when I have my fingers shoved up your pussy and make you beg? You enjoy being on your knees for me, obeying me?”
A shiver courses through her body, and I squeeze her throat just enough to remind her I have her. I won’t let her fall.
“Yes,” she breathes, and I chuckle.
“Should I punish you tonight for snooping in my office? For saying that awful shit about yourself? Or should I remind you how beautiful you are while I’m eating your pussy until you scream my name?”
Another shiver, this time accompanied by another moan.
“You’re trying to distract me from being angry.”
“Who are you angry at?”
She lets out a deep sigh, rolling her head to the side as I kiss my way down her jawline.
