The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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King.

Fucking stubborn little girl.

I watch with narrowed eyes as she stares up at me, almost too innocently and my cock hardens at my girl's innocent face but fucking hell I know she's more and far than that.

“I won't repeat myself.” I warn her once more.

Her body shudders when I grip and pull her back to me, “Seconds, I'm counting. If you don't move right now. I'm going to fucking bend you over this counter and spank you for being a bad little girl. Sick or not, I won't tolerate you being a brat.” I hiss into her red ear, she quietly whimpers.

Something inside of me stirs and I smirk, gripping her chin. I stare into those gorgeous ocean eyes. “You want me to spank you, amante?” I pull her small body to me.

Finally, she nods her head and grips my arms. “Yes, please.” she murmurs, pressing herself more into me.

“In the room, amante, you know what to do.” I instruct and she nods her head, sending me a small smile and my heart constricts at the sight. “Tell me where you went first, love.” I try once more and still, stubborn as ever, she's silent.

She pulls away from me and turns away, heading into the direction of the room. I huff, this girl is fucking hell.

I eye the drained spaghetti on the counter and pull my lip between my teeth, contemplating. Should I go in there and teach my little brat a listen or finish this food off first?

Fuck it.

My girl needs me right now.

I pass my the living room, noticing the small boy wrapped up in a blanket, fast asleep. His cute, I snicker to myself.

My cock tightens further in my pants when I move towards the direction of my bratty amante, fucking hell, she really is testing my patience recently, right now more than ever.

I stop at the door and watch her as she moves around the room, suddenly looking too worried to notice my presence as she moves towards her bed and slowly lifts the mattress up. I frown when she shoves something inside the space and let's the mattress fall again— I almost question her, almost but I stop myself, still frowning. “Are you ready for me?” I ask her and she jumps, scared at my voice which only leaves me more fucking confused now.

Quickly, she turns around, giving me her heart stopping smile before nodding and going to remove her clothes.

I stop her and shake my head. “We aren't doing that, love.” I say and her shoulders slump back down, happiness practically leaves her body. “You are sick.” I remind her.

“So?” She fires back, hands on her hips and deadly glaring.

The urge to pull her to me and bend her over my knees for her fucking attitude is tenfold but I stop myself, knowing full well what that would eventually lead to— exactly what she wants and I am not going to give it to her just yet.

She stands a few feet away from me and looks away, as if the mere sight of me disgust her and I internally wince.

“You won't fuck me anymore.”

“I don't ever fuck you, Sophia. I make l—”

“Get out. Just get the fuck out of my home, King.”

I pause, eyeing her curiously, trying my fucking hardest to see the mischief in her blue eyes or the smirk on her pink lips but all I see is straight seriousness that has me deflated. I take a step towards her and she backs away.