Page 96 of Renascence

“Of course not. Being jealous would indicate I actually think that asshole could take you away from me. News flash, I don’t.”

“Oh, you’re so confident of that?”

“Are you saying you think he can make you come as hard as I do?”

“I don’t think of him like that!” she protests. “You’re just being silly.”

“Is that so?” I pull into the driveway, shutting off the ignition, not looking at her as I speak. “When we get in that house, go straight to the bedroom and take off your clothes.”

As usual, she doesn’t argue. Why would she? She knows what I can deliver. While she makes her way to the bedroom, I head to the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge, slowly drinking, imagining her squirming with anticipation. Taking the bottle with me, I check on my babies. I pause before Benny’s terrarium, remembering the last time I got to use the boa constrictor. I was helping Gage with a situation but didn’t enjoy it any less. I can still see the way the man’s eyes bulged as Benny coiled around his neck. It was beautiful.

“Sweet Jesus!”

I spin to find a horrified and naked Emily at the door. She’s frozen to the spot, eyes darting around the room. Fuck.

“I told you to wait in the bedroom,” I growl, gripping her wrist and tugging her to me. She’s shaking, her fear cutting through me. I wrap my arms around her, her body rigid in my embrace. “It’s okay, darlin’. They can’t get out. Trust me.”

“You said you had one, not an army!”

“Emily.” I lift my head, not pulling my body away from hers. She looks up from where her face was buried in my chest. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

I turn her around, keeping her pressed against me. She shivers when she comes face-to-face with Benny.

“This is Benny. He’s a boa constrictor and he’s seven feet long.” She gulps. Leaning forward, I place my lips at her ear. “Relax, Emily. I would never let anything or anyone hurt you. I take care of what’s mine.”

“And… I’m yours?” Her voice trembles.

“That sounded strangely like a question. Want to try again?”

“I’m yours.”

She lets out a long, shaky breath, her body beginning to relax. I slide my palms to her stomach, gently rubbing my bearded cheek against her smooth one.

“That’s right. And because you aremine, you don’t flirt with other men.”

“I wasn’t—”

“You don’t entertain flirtatious conversations with other men.”

“I’m sorry.” She whimpers, pushing her ass back against me.

I cup her breasts, pinching the taut nipples. “Spread your legs.” She complies immediately. Fuck, I love that about her. She knows when it comes to this, I’m her king. I continue to tweak her nipples as I ask, “Are you a naughty girl, Emily?”

“No, I’m a good girl,” she blurts out. “I’myourgood girl.”

“Whose tits are these?” I grip them tightly, pushing them together.

She hisses, grinding her sexy ass on my rock-hard dick. “Yours.”

Keeping the pressure on one breast, I reach down to her pussy, palm to mound, fingers to lips, and give it a good squeeze. Her hips rock, begging for more. I stroke her clit, hand sliding up from her breast to grip her neck. “Whose pussy?”

“Yours. Yours!”

Her head falls back on my chest, moaning in desperation.

“You remember that next timeCartertells you a joke.”