When I glance back at her face, I know I’ve been caught—her breathing’s shallow now. I can tell she’s trying hard to stayunaffected, but she’s trembling, maybe from anger, maybe from desire, maybe both.
“Stop that.” She finally can’t hold it in.
“Stop what?” I toss back, my voice already rough with need.
Her eyes are sharp as blades, like two diamonds, and it only makes my hunger worse. “Nothing’s going to happen,” she says again, and I don’t doubt for a second she’s trying to convince herself more than me. “What happened at my mom’s house was a mistake.”
I move close enough for us to feel each other’s breath, but I don’t touch her. Instead, I lower my mouth near that delicious neck of hers—just close enough to make her skin prickle. “We’ll see.”
“I’m not going to give in again. That was a moment of weakness.”
That pisses me off. “Give in?That’s what you call the way you were riding my cock in that bathroom? Makes you feel better to think I forced you?”
She stares at me, indignant. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Yes, it was. You’re contradicting yourself, Lillyana. You want to shout about your independence, but it’s easier to believe I seduced you when the truth is I only gave us what we both wanted.”
Chapter 51
I want to deny what he just said—but that would make me a liar.
I’m still kind of crazy because of his arrogant ways since he showed up at Nora’s party, but the truth is, a lot of the things that irritate me about him also fascinate me. His possessiveness turns me on so much.
At least when we’re face-to-face, Amos never leaves any doubt about how much he wants me.
But for how long, Lilly? Until he gets tired of this cat-and-mouse game again?
Maybe it’s just the thrill of the chase that brought him here today. The fact that I left without telling him or didn’t bow to his orders—since I still haven’t gotten over how cold he was in those messages.
The memory of how easily he distanced himself from me is the only thing helping me keep some control.
A very fragile control, of course, because despite the hurt, our bodies are practically pressed together and his scent is driving me wild.
I’ve never cared much about scents in general—but Amos has one that’s uniquely his.
Masculine. Strong.
I’m shaking all over because right now, he’s inhaling me like a wild animal hunting its prey—and my entire body is responding furiously to his demand.
Finally, we reach my floor. After giving me one last look, he steps aside so I can pass in front of him. While I’m typing the code to open the door, every molecule in me is begging to surrender to his power.
I walk in without bothering to close the door. I know Amos will handle that. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I’m always safe when he’s around.
“And now?” I ask.
“You tell me. Are you going to keep pretending you don’t want me to strip you naked?”
He’s not delicate at all—and call me crazy, but I love that about him. I feel like I’m fighting as an equal. To Amos, I’m a woman—not some sweet, fragile girl.
We’re staring each other down like two enemies at the start of a battle.
Part of me wants to kick him out—tell him it’s best if we end this now, because I know I’ll get hurt if we keep going down this road.
But the other half, the one trembling and burning at the thought of surrendering to him again, wants to give in to his control.
“You shouldn’t have treated Ben like that. I basically left him standing there talking to himself.” I’m clinging to anythingI can to keep my anger front and center. It’s the only way to stop myself from running into his arms.
“He wants you. And you’re mine.”
