Unwritten Rules (Filthy Florida Alphas 3)

“Toi, honey—”

“…even when it hurt me! You didn’t care, you just kept pushing it and pushing it. Then all at once, you decide to claim me—whatever that means.”

“It means you’re mine. Now, Toi—”

“People aren’t property, Marcum! You can’t just claim them. And why did you claim me? I’m not even convinced you like me.”

“I think I proved that already, but if you want me to remind you…” He ends his statement with a shrug and a really sexy grin that I have the strongest urge to punch.

“That didn’t prove anything. You’ve done that with a million women. Your five hundred children are proof of that! For all I know, you’ve done that with a bunch of women before you came up here to my bed tonight!”

“And that’s it,” Marcum growls and then he moves. And I mean he moves. He moves so fast that if I had blinked I would have missed it. All at once he’s standing up in front of me, he has his body close to mine, his hands wrapped around my wrists and holding me tightly—so tight it’s bruising in nature.

“What are—”

I don’t get to finish the question because Marcum picks me up one minute and the next I’m sailing through the air, covering the small distance to the bed. My body lands on the mattress and I bounce, as my hands come out to catch myself.

“I claimed you, Toi. I don’t do that. I’ve never fucking done that,” he growls. “I’ve only ever claimed you.”

“Liar!”

“I hope you’re ready, honey, because I’m going to set your ass on fire for that. It will be so red you won’t sit for a damn week.”

“Quit being an asshole. Marcum! What are you doing?” I ask, almost swallowing my tongue when I finally notice that his dick is swaying back and forth, completely hard. In fact, it practically dances as he prowls the few steps to the bed.

“I’m going to spank you for being pissy. And then I’m going to fuck you raw until you can’t throw attitude at me.”

Oh shit…45Marcum“I can tell from the look on your face you’re starting to rethink shit, darlin’, but it’s too late now,” I tell her with a grin.

I don’t know how the fuck to explain it. Never in my life have I enjoyed arguing with a woman before, but damn if it’s not fun as hell with Toi.

“Marcum, maybe we should talk about this,” she says, backing up on the bed, which makes me grin even more.

“I don’t want to talk.”

“You don’t?”

“Hell no. I’ve got other things I’d like to do with you.”

“But we’re fighting!”

“We aren’t fighting. You’re being pissy and I’m about to set you right.”

“Set me right?” she says, obviously getting her fucking panties in a knot again. Why I think that shit is cute, I don’t know—but I do.

“I’ve never claimed another woman like I’ve claimed you, Toi.”

“What about…”

“Spit it out, Dragonfly. Time’s a wasting and I got some handprints to put on your ass.”

“You’re not.”

“Toi, now,” I warn.

“Cherry! Okay. You claimed her. You can’t deny that.”

“Are you jealous, honey?”

“Stop that! You don’t get to do that!”

“What’s that?” I ask. I’m on the bed, stretching so my head is next to her hip. I can’t resist letting my hand travel up her thigh, through the gap of her robe. She slaps my hand and fuck, here I am laughing.

“Make me seem like the jealous girlfriend. Cherry was your woman, everyone knows that,” she huffs.

“She was my old lady, honey.”

“See, you admit it,” she growls—and she literally growls.

I lean down and place a kiss against her warm hip, tasting her. I let my tongue dip to her skin, teasing the flesh right before I take it between my teeth and tease it gently. At the same time, I let my hand travel slowly along the inside of her leg. I can feel the heat from her pussy before I get close.

Fuck, she really is perfect.

“I wasn’t a fucking choir boy, Toi. You know that. But what I gave Cherry isn’t what I’m giving you,” I confess, straightening my fingers out to push against the inside of her thigh. The tips of my fingers are brushing the lips of her pussy. I’m so close to the promised land, I could weep. It’s that fucking good. She’s wet too, and getting wetter. She can try to growl at me all she wants, but it’s not anger I’m making her feel—at least not all.

“You mean your dick,” she mutters. She tightens her thighs, and maybe she thinks that’s to keep me away from her sweet honey, but if anything, her hips push toward me.

“I mean, Toi, you get a part of me I’ve never given another woman.”

“What’s that?” she whispers, trying to pout. I hear the excitement she’s trying to keep at bay, however.