Imp And The Beast - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,5

all fours just so I could be closer to it. Not forgetting a pair of strong hands that drove me insane when they were kneading my flesh like he was some kind of baker God in a previous life!

“Erm, hi Nerdy Snookems,” I said, in what I hoped was a cute enough way that he would calm down because I had to say, I was usually over his shoulder by now and heading my way to our bedroom for him to ‘punish me’. Which meant I was getting concerned, as the whole staring angrily down at me thing was new, and something that admittedly had me a little worried.

“Oh no, don’t you Nerdy Snookems me, you are not getting out of it this time by being cute, Winifred.” I should also mention that Adam was the only one who ever called me this, unless a person was saying it in anger. Which right now, he was doing both.

“So, you admit that I am being cute?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation back into my favour… needless to say, it didn’t work.

“No, no way… you are not doing that either!” he snapped, again something Adam rarely did, meaning I was really in trouble this time. This was when Keira got a hint that something wasn’t right and picked up Little Bean and said,

“Come on, Fae bear, let’s go get you one of the cookies we baked from the kitchen whilst Aunty Pip says sorry to Uncle Adam.” Then she gave me a look and a nod behind his back, encouraging me to do just that. Something I was starting to think might be wise, as I didn’t think a forgiving blow job was going to cut it this time… damn it, and I was so good at those.

“Can we see daddy?” I heard her sweet little voice ask her momma bear, and Toots laughed before her answer was heard as they walked down the hallway outside the open door,

“Sure thing, but only if you promise to get your sticky hands all over your daddy’s new suit.”

“And spwinklus!” she shouted in excitement, again making her mum laugh. But then all humour fled the room right along with them, leaving me staring up at a pair of angry hazel eyes that turned to caramel when he was turned on… something he most definitely freaking absolutely wasn’t right now.

That’s when it was confirmed…

I had gone too far.

I knew that two seconds after I said,

“Oh come on, Pookie, it was only a joke.” This was when he growled low and started to back me up against the wall. Then he leaned closer to my face and slapped a piece of paper to the wall near my head, and snapped,

“Not. Fucking. Funny. Winifred.” I turned my head and looked to see my fake ‘your wife has been kidnapped’ note I had created by cutting out different letters from magazines like they used to do in the movies… I wonder why they never did that anymore?

“Okay, so I might have gone too far this time,” I admitted, making him give me an incredulous look before snapping,

“You think!” I then shrugged my shoulders and said in an unsure tone,

“I’m sorry?” Now this was said this way not because I wasn’t sure if I was sorry or not, as I most definitely was, but more in a way I was unsure whether he would believe me or not, or if he would even want to hear that right now. He snarled before pushing away from the wall and turning his back to me. Then he crushed the note in his fist and heaved out a great sigh.

“Aww, baby… I really am sorry… I was just… or maybe I didn’t… erm… think,” I said, feeling myself getting upset. Damn it, I hated hurting him and that in turn hurt me. Gods, I was such an idiot! I knew that when he started shaking his head.

“I don’t understand you, Winnie… why, why would you try and push me so hard?”

“You know why, baby,” I said softly, making him bark,

“As hard as this?!” he said, throwing the note to the floor before taking one look down at it, his eyes heating enough for it to ignite instantly from his glare. I swallowed hard before pulling the ball of my lip piercing into the side of my mouth, a nervous gesture I rarely showed. His eyes homed in on it, knowing what it was and making him release a deep sigh of