Page 19 of Not Your Romeo
The second slap landed directly on top of the first and my lower body flopped, all but offering the other side to him in sacrifice while the top stayed pinned beneath his forearm and weight.
“Ziggy!” I screamed, my hand shooting out wildly.
What the fuck was he talking about?
What lie?
He shoved my hip back down and landed a third swat to the fire he was building, and I screamed.
“I’ll never lie to you, I swear to fuck. I swear, please Ziggy! Wyatt!” My voice cracked, and my breath was coming hot and shuddering.
“You better not,” he murmured, his head coming down near mine as the weight of his forearm lifted from my back and he stroked my hair, “You better not.”
“I won’t.” I swore, while shifting my hips to try and disperse the sting.
He kissed my forehead and nodded, raising back up.
“Let’s try that again then, shall we?”
I vigorously nodded, and tried to press up, but he shoved my shoulder blade back down.
“No,” I panicked, screeching the word.
He paused, staring down at me, and I swear there was a smile in his tone, “I– thought you said I decide when it’s over?”
I subtly shook on his lap, my now sober mind reeling from what my lustful tongue had agreed to.
“I–”
“No limits. No safe word. That’swhat you said— Was that a lie, too?”
“No,” I blurted out, only to whip my head back when I heard something that sounded like a laugh.
He kissed my shoulder, his mouth a smile when it lifted from there and caught mine.
“Seriously.” He squeezed my ass. “Don’t ever be that fucking stupid with your own safety, Ro.”
I vigorously nodded, but he didn’t move.
“I won’t,” I promised.
“Good.” He nipped my lower lip and drew back to study me. “Are you scared?”
“A little…” I admitted, because I didn’t know him well enough to predict what would happen next.
I hated not being able to anticipate people’s actions. It kept me safe in Sean’s world.
“I don’t want you scared of me. It bothered you when I said that shit earlier.”
“What part?” I gave a nervous laugh and he smiled.
He kissed my shoulder again before he answered, “When you thought it sounded like I had five more back at the house.”
I opened my mouth but wasn’t sure how I wanted to answer that question. “I didn’t like it.”
“That’s a start.” He cupped the side of my ass he’d just been smacking, and I winced.
He lazily rubbed it and after a while, I relaxed, accepting he wasn’t going to hit me anymore.
