Page 126 of Tangled Hearts

I take a second to drink in the sight of him. He’s so damn pretty. My pretty little doll. “Let’s get your face done, baby.”

He blinks at me but doesn’t move. I rummage through his bag. I’m not going to do a full face. Mostly because even though I’ve watched him do it a million times, I have no faith in my own ability. I grab his highlighter, some lipstick, his eyeliner, and mascara.

“Nic,” he rasps, and my throat closes up as I drop the contents back into the bag.

I cup his jaw in my hands, searching his face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing’s wrong. Just…” He slowly blinks at me. “In the drawer, I have some that’s not waterproof.”

Relief washes over me. “You want me to use that?”

He nods. “Yes, please.”

“You can talk,” I say, studying him.

“Don’t want to,” he mumbles.

“That’s okay. You don’thaveto. But I won’t care if you do, so don’t be afraid to, okay?”

He nods again, slower this time. I press a kiss to his lips, then leave to go grab what I need from the bathroom.

My hands shake a bit when I’m standing in front of him again, his chin clasped gently in my hand. He’s staring up at me in silence, his body relaxed and soft. Well, not his whole body.

The lipstick is the easiest to apply, and when his lips are red and shiny, I carefully dust his highlighter over his cheekbones. I tilt his face back and forth so I can see it shimmer in the dim light of the room. It’s a lot harder to put this shit on than he makes it look, but it’s fine.

I drop the highlighter back into the bag and pick up the liner. This is the part I’m most worried about. “Close your eyes, doll.”

His eyes fall shut, and he takes a long, slow breath. I’m careful as I try to replicate the way he wings the liner, but after a second, his lips quirk up. “What are you smiling about?”

He’s quiet, but I can practicallyfeelhow smug he is. Okay, so I’m not an expert at applying eyeliner. It’s… not great, but he still looks fucking stunning.

I uncap the mascara and dust it over his eyelashes. His grin deepens. “You’re not allowed to make fun of me, doll.” Not tonight, anyway. I’m sure tomorrow he’ll have all sorts of shit to say about it.

“You’re not doing it right,” he whispers.

Fucking brat. I finish his mascara, then step back to take in my work. “Eyes open.” He listens—of course he does—staring up at me with wide eyes. Okay, so I really botched the liner, and I’m pretty sure only half of his lashes have mascara on them. “You look so fucking beautiful, my doll.”

He quirks a brow, a bit of defiance shining in his eyes. I step between his legs and slide my fingers into his hair at his nape, tugging gently. “I know I didn’t do it right, but that’s okay. Do you know why?”

He doesn’t respond. Doesn’t move. Barely even blinks. Goddamn, my dick is about to bust through my zipper. “It doesn’t matter that I did it wrong, doll. Because I’m going to ruin it anyway.”

His breath catches, and when I run my free hand down his chest and cup his dick, he lets out a little half-whimper before he gets control of himself again. Oh, this is going to be so fucking fun.

I push him backward, and he goes easily, dropping to the bed. I climb up, moving him until he’s on his back, his head propped on the pillow. I straddle his chest, careful to keep my weight off him.

When I unzip my jeans, Eli breathes out heavily.Fuck.You and me both, doll. My cock springs free, so fucking hard it hurts, and the sight of him spread out below me—my fucking masterpiece—isn’t helping matters.

I stroke myself once, watching his throat work as he swallows. I cup the back of his head, moving forward so I can drag my cock over his lips. His eyes flutter closed. “Fuck. My beautiful little doll.”

He lets out a whimper. But God, he’s trying so hard to be good for me. And he is. He’s absolute perfection, so I tell him as much.

I slip a finger past his lips and force his jaw down, opening his mouth. “That’s it. I want to fuck my doll’s pretty little face.”

His breath hitches, and I press down on his tongue with my thumb before moving my hand and gripping the base of my cock. “Tap my leg twice to stop. Nod if you understand.”

He gives me a short, decisive nod, bringing his hand up to rest against my thigh.

“Good boy.” I press forward, letting the head of my cock push past his parted lips. He closes them around me, and my eyes roll back. “Fuck.”