Had Bel put him in a coma when he’d clocked him in the head? Because no way he was actually living this.
“You like when I call you that?”
She nodded.
“Good, ’cause you are one. You’re a perfect angel, aren’t you? A sweet little ray of sunshine.”
But this time she shook her head. Those doe eyes filled with denial.
He was still riding the high of whatever insanity had taken over the moment he’d grabbed her throat. He spun her around with a firm grip on her shoulders and then pulled her back against him, his hard-on pressed against her lower back since he was so much taller than her.
He wrapped an arm around to take hold of her throat again and tipped her head back against his chest. And then he bent and spoke in her ear. “No?”
She shook her head, and he felt her swallow against his palm.
“You’re saying I’m wrong?”
“I’m not perfect,” she said breathlessly.
“Why not?”
“I…failed. I lied. I cheated. I stole clothes!” Her breath caught on the last admission.
He put his mouth against her ear. “So you’re not a good girl, are you? You’re a bad girl.”
“Yes.” She leaned back into his shoulder, her throat exposed, her chest thrust forward.Fucking perfect.
“Bad girls get punished.” Jesus, what the fuck was he even saying?
“Yes.”
He didn’t care. Sunshine was into it and so was he. He’d roll with it until she told him to stop.
He released her and gripped the bottom of her shirt. She dutifully raised her arms and he pulled it up over her head. Tossing it aside, he stepped back enough to pinch open her bra. It slid forward down her arms and hit the floor.
She glanced over her shoulder at him when he didn’t move immediately.
“Take the rest off,” he said.
She unfastened her pants and slid them over her hips and down her legs.
“Underwear too.”
Watching her bend, showing off that perfect ass, nearly made him lose his mind. The slit between her legs was so close to giving him a peek of what he really wanted to see, and the way her thighs jiggled when she stepped out of her underwear was the stuff of fantasies.
Everything about her was.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sunshine.”
She straightened and turned to face him, her arms at her sides, not trying to cover her body at all.Perfect.She could rob banks for a living and she’d be perfect to him. She could be a deranged psychopath and he’d worship the ground she walked on.
But she wasn’t. She was kind and sweet, and it pissed him off that she didn’t see herself that way.
“You wanna be a good girl, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“Then get on your knees.”
