Page 76 of Born for Silk
Maddening little girl.
Without a second thought, I stride to her as she backs away from me until she hits the brick wall.
I scoop her into my arms, and she bursts into tears, beating her little fists into my chest. She is trying to hurt me. “Little creature, calm down.”
“You didn’t come! You didn’t come!”
The damage is cemented with Cairo. It’s irreversible now. He knows. I know. She seems to be the only one with no concept of how much she fucking affects me.
As Cairo smirks, I stride from the room with her punching at me, but her spitting tears and angry brows are what bothers me, not her sweet little fists.
“You deceived me. You made me think that you were choosing me. And then you gave Iris Meaningful Purpose, not me! How could you? Not her!”
I can’t follow her chaotic trail of thoughts right now. I don’t have the right words, so I keep walking.
She punches me the entire way, down the corridor, past the Guard, into the Medi-deck, The Circle, and then into her room.
I kick her door shut.
I distantly notice her fists have flattened to slaps as she loses strength.
“Fuck. For whatever I have done to make you behave this way, I will make amends!” I finally say, my chest warm and tight and fucking aching all at once.
“No! I can’t.”
“You will!”
With her protected against my torso, I crawl along the bed, lowering her to the mattress.
Groaning at having her under me, even as she fights, I grab both her bony wrists and pin them above her head.
“I hate you,” she spits out.
Hovering over her, I use my other arm to keep my weight from crushing her. She bucks beneath me, such a little thing fighting off a beast. Her squirming makes my cock pulse, fill with blood, ache and demand.
“What do you want from me? I’ll give it to you.”
“You didn’t come for me. Now, it’s too late!”
“Like hell it is.” I growl, voice savage. “This feeling in my chest, this damn tight, warm agony. That is my response to you. It's been driving me mad. Agitating me. Controlling me. Making me do things that are not in my nature. Dangerous things. And I just can't fight it anymore. I understand it. You are the first thing I've ever really wanted. Now! What do you want?”
“I wanted to be your Silk Girl!” she screeches.
At her manner, heat builds in my temples. “I can fuck any girl, any time! I wanted to give you more than that, you silly little thing. You’re different. Better. I don’t want to share you with The Trade. I want you to be mine! Mine, dammit. Not The Trade’s!”
She shakes her head as she says, "That is my Meaningful Purpose. One day”—she sobs— “when you're an old man and I’m dead because I don't have the Xin De genes, you're going to look out over the children I've made for you, and their children, and their children, dozens of them that all originated from my body, and you’ll understand why being your Silk Girl means everything to me!”
Fuck. I don’t want to imagine a room filled with her babies but without her…
Then she licks her dry lips. Bad move. Her tongue, tiny and pink, wetting her perfect bow lips. A groan rumbles deep inside me as though vibrating in a cold, hard cave.
Jealous of her tongue.
I seal my mouth over hers.
I kiss her.
She melts into the mattress, letting go of the anger as I work her soft, wet lips with mine. She sighs, giving in to me, opening her mouth for me to explore.