Ava refused to speak to me in the limo. I knew it wasn’t anger, but fear. She thought joining the fight would make things better. Clearly, she felt out of control.
I eyed her. “Are you really not going to talk to me the whole ride?”
“Find a better way I can help besides standing next to Circuit like a helpless idiot.”
“Can you shoot a gun?”
She blinked. “I can figure it out—”
“No.”
She sighed.
“I want you safe. Get over it.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the other window.
“Your continued silence is only going to make things worse for you.”
She turned back to me. “What does that mean?”
“When we get home, I’m going to remind you of who is the boss.”
She snorted and went back to the other window.
“You’ll see.” My cock grew hard from the thoughts that came to my mind.
Ava remained quiet for the rest of the ride. And I swam in those visions of dominating her.
Don’t say anything now. That’s fine. Later, you’ll be saying a whole lot.
When we made it back home, Circuit had news on Paris. I waved him away and took Ava back to the bedroom. With my life on a timer, I sought as much pleasure as I could. Plus, my sweet ballerina needed to be taught a valuable lesson.
I opened the door and let her in. She entered. I shut the door behind us, took my jacket off, and slung it on the floor. She walked off.
I caught her and pressed her against the door. “Still not talking to me?”
She scowled.
“I bet I can get you to make noise.”
She moved away.
I captured her, brought that lovely body back, and pressed my mouth against hers. A moan escaped her lips.
I slid my hands down her body, gripped her ass, and squeezed.
She tried to pull away, but my tongue stopped the movements. Another moan left her mouth. Dragging her away from the door, we stumbled toward the bed.
“This isn’t over,” she whimpered.
“It is.” I lifted her by her ass. “I don’t tell you how to dance and you don’t tell me how to solve problems in my world.”
“I do if it can get you killed.”
We fell to the bed. I made sure I hit the mattress first. Then I rolled us.
She shrieked and tried to get up. “Wait. Tell me what the Xecutioners said.”
I shoved her back down and yanked open the front of my pants. “First, tell me about my cock.”
“Misha.” She frowned and lay on her back. “This isn’t a joke.”
“No?” I rose above Ava and swallowed her next response with a kiss. When I finished the kiss, I growled. “Take off your pants.”
She began to open her mouth.
I glared at her. “Quiet and take this cock.”
She widened her eyes. Slowly, she undid her pants and slipped them off. Her voice was a whisper. “This isn’t going to solve anything.”
“It will.”
“I love you and I’m scared that something will happen to you.”
“I know.” My cock was swollen, hungry, and tired of this conversation. “Finish undressing.”
Those pants were close to off. Unfortunately, her suit jacket was still on. Too bad I had no time to take it off. Suddenly, I had to be deep inside of her.
Still, she tried to speak logic to me. “I want to make sure we can have a long life together.”
“We will, and part of making that happen is trusting me.”
She kicked off her pants. “You’re in this mess because of me.”
“Enough.” I reached between us with one hand and wrenched her panties to the side. “Tell me who is the boss?”
“Really, Misha?”
“It is a valid question.” I slipped my finger inside of her.
Moaning, she arched up. “Wait. . .we’re. . .talking.”
“We’re not.” I toyed with her clit. “You’re getting punished for the silent treatment in the limo. I told you I would make you pay for that.”
Giving up, she grabbed my cock, caressing and tugging at my length.
I lowered down to her and brushed my lips against her mouth. “Move your hands.”
“Why?” She gave me a wicked smirk. “Am I in control when I do?”
With my free hand, I captured those devilish fingers, raised her hands above her head, and pinned her wrists to the bed.
“You’re not being fair.” She twisted her body under me. Sparks of desire drummed down to my cock.
I growled. “Stop moving.”
“Fuck me.”
“I should tie you in place.”
She opened her mouth in shock and remained still.
“You think you can demand things when you're in trouble?” I kissed her hard until she whimpered under my lips. Then I returned to fingering her pussy. That bewitching slit between her thighs was hot and swollen with need. I slid my finger along the folds and drew my name with her juices. Then, I lifted my finger and tasted it.
Watching me, she bit her lip. Her hips jerked upward slightly as if craving me to taste more.