Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Did he?
Leaning in, he wrapped his hand back around the other man’s fat cock as he kissed him. Brody melted against him, easily giving in to his forceful advance.
Fuck, he loved that.
Loved the power rush.
But he was learning that he couldn’t just take what he wanted and consequences be damned.
Which was fucking annoying.
However, it was much more fun to have someone want to be with you than to force them to.
Fuck. He had this emotional shit down.
“If I’m not allowed to kidnap someone to teach me what to do, then what do I do?”
“Keep reading your book? Go with your instincts?”
“But my instincts are to kill and maim.” He didn’t see how that would help anything.
“Not the Fox’s instincts,” Brody said. “The man’s.”
Huh?
Did he know how to separate the Fox from the man? Did he even remember who he’d been before the Fox? It wasn’t like he had any attachment to his real name. To that person.
They’d been weak.
They’d let others hurt them.
The Fox would never allow that.
The Fox didn’t allow emotion in. The Fox didn’t care about others.
The Fox was all about logic and action.
Not emotion.
Only . . . hadn’t he already changed? Sunny had been the catalyst. She’d literally brought sunshine into his life. But she’d also made things so much more complicated. Because with emotion came worry. He had so many balls to juggle now, and letting one fall wasn’t acceptable.
Fuck.
“I don’t know if I have those instincts.”
“You do,” Brody whispered. “Don’t shut them out. Please. For all of our sakes. Don’t let the Fox always run the show.”
He wasn’t sure if he was capable of that.
But you could try.
“You’re making me fucking think.”
“I know.” Brody reached for the buttons of his shirt and the Fox let go of his dick to grab the other man’s hands, stilling them.
“No.”
“No?”
Fox shook his head. “No, you don’t get to undress me unless I say.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
A heady rush ran through him. Being with Brody felt so right. And he needed to be in control. It was almost as necessary as breathing.
“I don’t like being told no.”
“I know,” Brody replied.
“No one ever tells me no.”
“You know that I’m right, and that’s why you’re annoyed. I won’t ever let you bully me into doing something I don’t want to do. And I think that secretly you like that.”
What the fuck?
“Bully you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Bullying is bad. I know that. I’ve seen the posters.”
“Sometimes I don’t know whether to believe the things that you say.” Brody eyed him.
“You think I’m joking?” the Fox asked.
“Maybe. Sometimes.”
“Perhaps I want to be a bully. Doesn’t everyone like a redeemed bully? Our girl reads bully books.”
“Just because she reads about it doesn’t mean that’s what she wants in real life.”
“I want her protected, Brody.”
“Is she in danger?”
“If she was, she wouldn’t be living there on her own. She’d be locked away in my den. With you.” He grabbed the other man’s chin. “Your safety. Her safety. They trump everything else. And I won’t let your pretty words sway me if either of you are at risk. You will obey me when it comes to safety.”
Brody stared at him. “You knew she won’t cope well if you do that to her.”
“We’ll be there to help her.”
To his surprise, Brody slowly nodded. “You’re right.”
“Course I’m right. I’m always right.”
“I think this entire conversation is evidence against that statement.”
“Don’t try to talk your way out of a punishment,” the Fox stated.
“What? I wasn’t . . . I’m not . . . what punishment?”
“You wouldn’t give me what I wanted. That earns you a punishment. And you called me a bully. That hurt my feelings.”
“No, it didn’t.”
No, it hadn’t. But it might have.
“How are you going to punish me?” Brody asked.
Fox spun them again so that he was leaning against the wall.
“On your knees.”
Excitement lit up Brody’s face. The Fox got it. He had a magnificent dick. Who wouldn’t want to suck it?
But he hadn’t let anyone do this to him. Ever. It meant he had to let go, give up some control. It also left him unprotected during that moment when he came. And he didn’t like ever letting down his guard. That shit would get him killed.
Worse, it might allow someone to harm Brody.
But Brody deserved a treat.
Before the Fox gave him his real punishment.
Brody knelt with a thump that made the Fox wince. He cupped his chin, tilting the other man’s face back. “Be careful. You aren’t allowed bruises that I don’t put on you.”
Not that he intended to ever bruise him.
“Sorry, Sir,” Brody said breathlessly. “May I take off your pants?”
“Good Pup for asking. You’re so fucking sexy.”
Brody’s face flushed red. He had these stupid self-esteem issues about not being masculine enough or some such bullshit.
The Fox didn’t like that.
“Don’t do that shit.”
“What shit?”
“Think you’re not good enough. Or whatever else is running through your head. You’re what I want, Brody. Who I choose. And do you think I’d want anyone who wasn’t fucking perfection?”