I bite my lip, suddenly realizing I’ve fallen straight back into my old way of talking to him. I guess no matter how strong and deadly he is, part of me will always think of him as the boy I used to know. It’s hard to rein in the smart talk, even when the rest of me quakes in fear, wondering if this is the moment he kills me.
“I’m not going to kill you right now,” he says, as if he can read my thoughts. He brings his hand to my face, causing me to scurry backward, but it’s only to stroke my cheek. “Let’s try to keep the brattiness to a minimum though, okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper, as he sits down in front of me.
He pries my legs apart and pulls me into his lap so that I’mstraddling him, my arms still uselessly cuffed behind me.
“How’s my ghost girl doing?” he murmurs, unzipping the back of my dress and pulling it over my head.
“Uh…”Very nervous. And scared. And… turned on?
He doesn’t need me to tell him that last part, swiping at my pussy and chuckling. I hide my flaming face against his shoulder, then keep it there, because the warmth and musky smell of him feel nice. And safe. Even though that makes no sense.
“Want your breakfast, brat?”
“It’s not time for breakfast,” I mumble, my voice muffled from the way I’m speaking into his shoulder. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“Hmm.” With one hand, he strokes up and down my spine, causing goosebumps to pebble on my skin. The other one, he rests over my stomach, chuckling when he hears it rumble.
“So I guess that means you’re not hungry, right?”
Asshole.
“I got you a bagel with about three inches of cream cheese and salmon. One side is everything, the other onion. Just how you like it. Huh?”
I stare at him, wondering how thehellhe knows that.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes,” I mutter, resting my face against his shoulder again.
“Yeswhat?”
“Yes…sir.”
He lets out a loud laugh. “I was going forplease, butsirworks too.”
“Fuck you,” I mouth into his shoulder.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.”
“You know, ghost girl, I was just about to let you off the hook. I was going to give you that bagel. Even though I took thetrouble to go get your exact order, and you’ve been nothing but a brat to me. Still, you looked so fucking sweet with your ass up in the air. Even the world’s biggest brat deserves a bagel with an ass like that. But then you had to swear at me. And now, you look like you’re thinking about biting my head off. Huh?”
I quickly try to rearrange my features into a less angry expression.
“Andnow, you’re sulking. So I think Iamgoing to make you work for it. How does that sound, pain slut?
“How do I need to… work for it?” I don’t even realize what I’m doing—squirming in his lap—until he snorts.
“You aresucha little slut for me, aren’t you, brat?”
He topples me over onto my back and pushes my legs apart.
I tense, wondering if he’s going to torture my nipples again, or smack my ass. Or finger me, maybe. My mouth waters when he unzips his fly, and I part my lips. The blow jobs are intense, but I’ve grown to like the way he fucks my mouth, the way he controls my breathing and makes me feel like his fuck toy.
But instead of pressing his cock to my lips, he positions it at my pussy, and a moment later…