You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 80

My eyes lingered on her ass as she walked into the bathroom, no doubt to return the towel. I imagined those thick curves in my palms, imagined the bounce, the rhythm, her breathy cries while she rode me like she was chasing a deadline.

Hm. Now that I thought of it, Rali was yet to ride my cock.

When she walked back in, cheeks faintly pink and fingers rubbing her arm, I knew she was about to say something silly.

Her eyes refused to meet mine as she stood near the desk. "Will I have my own room?"

Yeah. And a pet dragon.

"Look, the house is big enough, okay?" She continued like she could read my thoughts. "If I'll be staying here, I'll need my space to be more interesting than this."

I bit back a grin. "So, my room isn't interesting to you?"

"Hell no. It feels like there's a funeral happening every five minutes in here. Black everywhere. It's like death took up interior design." She crossed her arms. "Plus, I design a lot from home. I don't want to clutter up your desk."

"You can turn my desk into a crafting explosion. Never said I'd mind."

She rolled her eyes. "Come on—"

"Make a list of everything you need in place—your desired theme, pink chairs, lavender candles, glitter-infested nail oil. I'll have it all fixed by the weekend. But if you're asking for a separate room, Green, the moon would need to grow a pair of legs and take salsa lessons before that happens." I tapped the space beside me. "Come over."

Her lips twisted, clearly unhappy she didn't get me to change my mind. What? Did she seriously think I'd agree to something that ridiculous? She must've gotten her motivational wires crossed with Delusion 101.

"When will I go get my things, then?" She nervously rubbed her fingers together, ignoring the fact that I just asked her to get on the damn bed.

"When you finally listen and come over like I said."

Shame sneaked into her eyes. She seemed reluctant but was having second thoughts about arguing with me.

"I know you love my cock a lot, but don't worry, I'm not screwing you. Not now."

Her eyes did this thing like someone had flicked them wider with a paintbrush, and the color rushed up her cheeks fast enough to leave skid marks.

God, I lived for that look. If I could bottle it, I'd shake it over my coffee every damn morning.

She passed a glare. "If I could, I'd chop off your dick and feed it to the fishes."

Woah.

That dragged a laugh from me. "Those tiny things wouldn't know what to do with a dick my size."

My conceited smile faded. "The bed, Rali. Now."

She rolled her eyes and finally made use of her limbs.

The funny woman curled at the farthest edge of the bed, leaving a space big enough to start up a nursery. She laid on her side with her arms crossed and her back to me like a wall.

Like, hell yes.

A second later, her gasp cut through when I pulled her by the hair—gently though—and dragged her over to my side.

"Hey!"

She whined like a kitten while I did what I wanted with her body which was molding mine around her to spoon her.

She wriggled, feisty little thing, but stopped when it dawned on her how pointless resistance was.

My hand found its way across her chest, anchoring me to her heartbeat. Her ass pressed into my cock like it was ready to renegotiate tonight's terms.

I buried my face in her hair and took a long, greedy inhale. It smelt of bubblegum. Sweet, childish and so fucking soft.

Bubble from her hair and caramel from her skin—really bad combo.

"Well, I headed back to the office and came over here when I was done."

I smiled one of those smiles that barely make it to your lips but explode somewhere in your chest. Rali just shared her day with me.

"Your boss didn't get mad at you for going late to work?"

She hesitated just a second too long. "Nope."

Hm. "Does he treat the other staff the same? Overlook their negligence?"

"He knows I'm not negligent! I'm one of the most hardworking staff in that company and I think it's only right I've earned a favored spot."

I rolled a finger around her belly button.

He'd been dancing on the edge of my kill list for a while now. The only reason he still had a pulse was because his company mattered to Rali. Plus Rali had the good sense not to flirt with him. The day he so much as breathes wrong near her, I'll hand-deliver his heart to HR.

"You know," I brushed my lips against the curve of her earlobe. "I might stop stalking you if you tell me how your days go."

She didn't respond. She didn't need to.

It's wild, the kind of high you get from something so small, to have someone share these tiny details with you.

I have always imagined what this moment would feel like: having my woman in bed with me—no sex—her head against my chest while she tells me about her day. It felt good. And now that I had it, I didn't want to breathe too hard in case the moment shattered.

There was a part of me that wished she'd asked about my day too. A part of me that wished she'd dig into my dark a little.

But it was fine. Eventually, we'll get there.

And tonight, when I go to kill, I'll go with a twisted little smile and a warm chest, because my woman told me about her day.