They stare up with their baby blues under their long lashes twirling their long blonde curls.
They tug on my arm like I’m a carnival prize. “Let’s play pool!”
Sophie removes their hands off me.“He’s injured. Can’t you see that?”
My dick hardens at her protectiveness.
“Chill, we won’t hurt him,” Krisa says.
“Ladies,” I say. “I’m not on the market anymore.”
Their smiles drop. “Stop joking, Ruthless,” Melissa pouts, reaching again.
“Touch him again and I’ll break your fingers,” Sophie says sweetly.
I’ve had enough.
“Time for alone time. Grab our drinks.”
“What?” she blinks.
I wrap an arm around her waist, pull her back against me. She snatches our drinks, and I grab her basket of food.
“Goodnight, everyone,” I call over my shoulder.
“Put me down, Mavis!”she hisses.
“Don’t squirm,” I whisper against her ear, then bite her neck gently.
“What the hell, Ruthless?” the twins screech.
“I’m not your chew toy,” Sophie growls.
“The fuck you’re not,” I chuckle, carrying her down the hall
The second I set her down and close the door, Sophie snatches her burger and fries out of my grip and flips on the light.
“Remember you’re sleeping on the floor.”
“No,” I say, voice low. “We sleep together.”
She flops onto the bed, defiant.
“You can get up to pee in the middle of the night,” I tell her. “Try anything else and you’ll be pissing in a bucket.”
She rolls her eyes. “You should really let me go.”
“Not happening.” I growl, already losing patience.
Fifteen-minutes later, Sophie’s wearing another tiny t-shirt, bed shorts, and a red bonnet.
“I usually sleep naked but to keep you from touching my dick I think it’s best I wear boxers.”
Arms crossed, Sophie stares at the ceiling. “I don’t care if you sleep nude. As long as you do it on the floor.”
“You’re my captive. You sleep with me.”
“I’m used to sleeping alone,” she mutters.
