Her calling me that stops me, and I lean back, searching her eyes.
“Sorry, I don’t know where that came from. I—I just…You have pet names for me, so I just tried it out. I won’t do it again. Sorry.”
“No, say it again. Now.”
She looks worried, not standing so tall in this moment, like if she says it again, I just might rage. But it’s the opposite. There was ownership with it. The way she said, it came out so fucking good. “Baby?”
“Good girl. From now on, when I’m taking you, you call me that. Understood?”
“Yes.” She nods, her fingers slowly moving under the hem of my shirt on my hips. Her nails graze my bare skin, and I shiver.
“You’re horny, aren’t you, puppet?”
Biting her lip, she nods. “Yes. I want you. Really bad. I’m hurting,” she whispers.
Fuck me. I didn’t think I could get any harder than I already was. “Tell me why you hurt.” I smirk.
“I feel so empty it hurts when you’re not there. I thought about you all day, wished you were inside me again.” She blushes.
“Your body is being molded to take only me, isn’t it?” She nods, and I lean in and kiss the top of both of her breasts. I’m fucking these beautiful tits tonight. It’s my life’s fucking mission to do so and to come all over her neck and face. What a beautiful image to see.
“Tonight, I will take care of you. I’ll soothe that ache, puppet. Be a good girl for me now, and let’s get this done so I can get you alone.”
“Okay,” she agrees.
“Promise me something first.”
Nodding, she leans in, gripping my hips tighter. “Anything.”
“I need you to need me. I need you to cling to me and act as if you can’t fucking breathe without me. I want you to fawn over me. Got it?”
“I already do,” she admits, and my chest swells with pride.
“Let’s go inside, but make sure you remember that tonight you’re mine. I want you badly, and the second we can, I want my sister gone.” I don’t care that I sound like an absolute prick.
“Wait,” she stops me.
“What’s up?”
She looks at me with doe eyes. “What if there is something in that room that breaks me more?” Her admission of fear is devastating to hear.
“Then we will work through it. I will be here; Brenda will be here. We will hold your hand through it, Hanna.” I pause, gripping her neck like I so frequently do. Lifting her chin, I put my forehead to hers. “You aren’t alone here anymore. You have people in your life who will lift you up when you are falling apart.” Tears well in her green eyes, turning them a shade lighter, and it tugs at my heart.
Hanna is inside me. She is there. I made a mistake, but I refuse to leave her. It’s not even refusal. It’s not an option; my entire being won’t let it.
“I wish you wouldn’t say that. You’re leaving in less than a week. You’re making me miss you already.” She hurries and follows that up. “I mean, as a friend. It’s been nice having people in my life.”
My ego is stroked. I know what she meant. She wants me too. She needs me. We fucked up. We both fucked up, and now I can’t back out. “Don’t worry. The job just got complicated, and I have more time.”
Those sad eyes light up, then her smile reappears. “Really? So we get to do this a little bit longer?” She drops her head shyly, and I’m reminded how those little things she does make me more obsessed with her. Those mindless, small acts become so much more. They’re the things that make me want to taste her. Lay her down. Own her. Consume her.
“Yeah, we still get to do this, greens. I knew you would miss me,” I tease.
“Now you’re being cocky. I changed my mind.” She winks and slides under my other arm outstretched beside her. And I hurry and slap her ass as she enters the house.
“It’s about time, horn dogs. We need to get this going. I have plans,” Brenda says, her arms crossed as she eyes us like two troublemakers.
“As do we.” I give Hanna’s ass a tight squeeze, and she slaps my chest.
“We agreed. Not in front of your sister.”
“I second that. Boundaries, Theo.”
When I toss my hands up in mock surrender, we all three laugh, enjoying the lightheartedness. Putting my hands down, I reach into my back pocket and take out my lockpicking tools.
“Where’s the room?” I ask.
“Upstairs. Follow me.”
“Gladly.”
Hanna goes first, and I don’t even try to hide it as I check her out, not caring one damn bit. She’s mine, and I can take in the view of what’s mine all I want. Soon, I’ll fuck that tight, thick ass. Fuck me, society is blind to ever see a woman built like this and think she’s anything less than a motherfucking delicacy.