She finds her voice. “Good for you?”
“You’re mine, menace.”
Frankie tips her head back and cackles. When her gaze sears into mine again, there are sparks sizzling from those emerald depths. “I’m not a possession you can claim, stud.”
My smirk spreads into a full grin. “Tell that to the men you tried to use after I denied you.”
Her expression crashes into a scowl. “Are you trying to make this exclusive?”
“Yes.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Keep flingin’ those insults at me and my inflated ego won’t fit out the barn door.”
“That’d be a real shame, gramps.”
My chuckle applauds her antics. “I’ve been called worse.”
She taps her lips. “Such as cockblocker? There’s plenty of me to go around.”
The noise I spew is one of finality. “If you need to fuck, you fuck me. There’s no other option.”
“Nice try, but you’re not trapping me in monogamy. You had your chance and blew it. Premature ejaculation suits you well.” Frankie takes several steps back.
I immediately move to follow her. “Where are you going?”
“To bed. Alone.” She fakes a yawn. “I’m tired of this conversation.”
Frankie whirls on her towering stilettos and prepares to flee again. My humor bleeds out, allowing irrational impulses to consume me. I rope an arm around her waist and haul her against me. The shock factor is on my side, locking her limbs for several seconds.
“Not this time,” I murmur close to her ear.
“You can’t tell me what to do.”
I lock my wrists across her stomach. “We’ve been over this. You’re mine.”
She thrashes in my hold that’s loose enough for her to escape if she wishes. “I belong to no one.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve got you in my town, under my roof, where I can monitor your every move. When you talk to someone, I hear about it. Try to run and I’ll find you. Nothing gets past me.”
A full-body shiver ripples through her. “Fuck.”
“Mhmm,” I inhale the sweet scent of her surrender. “You like the sound of that.”
“Do not,” she fires in response, but her resistance is melting.
I widen my stance to support her slouching weight. One of my hands drifts to clutch her hip. The other takes a more intimate path.
Frankie’s gasp echoes to the beams above as my palm flattens and travels down the valley of her torso. “What’re you doing?”
My hand cups the heat between her thighs. “This pussy is mine.” I grind into her from behind. “This ass? Mine.” My cheek presses into hers, our lips almost touching. “Your bratty mouth is mine, along with that forked tongue you constantly lash at me. I’ll even claim your stubborn streak. The fierce determination to contradict everything I say. All mine.”
“You’re still fooling yourself.”
“How do you figure? As I recall, you’re the one who suggested extra benefits. This is me accepting. You’re right where I want you. The faster you surrender, the easier this will be.”
Frankie’s purr is a siren song to my neglected needs. “Do your worst, stud.”