“I wasn’t asking for permission, you Neanderthal.”
His hold on my arm tightened. Fingers digging into my skin with so much force, I was certain there’d be bruises. It should’ve scared me, maybe even freaked me out a little. But those were absolutely not the feelings swirling through my veins.
My blood burned hot, too damn hot, and a long forgotten ache deep inside my core made itself known. The harder he squeezed, the more effort it took to get air into my lungs. Because all I could think about were those long fingers wrapped around my throat, applying the same amount of pressure while he moved between my legs.
Oh, for shit’s sake, I’d lost my damn mind.
Furious and annoyed with myself, I tried to pull free from his grasp. He didn’t let go, keeping me trapped with not only his grip but that stupidly hot, intense stare. It was enough to melt any woman into a puddle at his feet.
However, I wasn’t any woman.
And I’d be damned if I fell for this man’scharms. Even if that’s exactly what every cell in my body begged me to do.
Bringing my free hand up, I shoved his chest...hard. I ignored the feeling of his hot sweaty skin and rippling powerful muscles beneath my touch. Ignored the itch in my fingers to feel if he was as hard and defined everywhere else.
Mostly, I ignored the dull throbbing between my legs and the fierce need to beg him to take care of it.
“Let go,” I sputtered through gritted teeth.
Silly of me to think he’d actually listen. I shoved him again, with more force this time. He staggered backward, and after what felt like a damn lifetime, I was finally free.
My freedom was short-lived.
Moving faster than any man of his size was allowed, he bounded forward and grabbed my arms. Driving my back against the wall, he pinned my wrists on either side of my head.
“I fucking said no,” he ground out.
He was so freaking close, the warmth of his breath fluttered over my lips and the heat of his body warmed my skin. So close, I could see the gold flecks in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before. The stubble creeping over his jaw and that stupid mouth I wanted to smack and kiss at the same damn time.
“This isn’t over.” The delicious rasp of his voice sent goosebumps skittering over my skin. “And you’re not done.”
His words were so...final. No room for argument. It pissed me the hell off.
“Fuck you, Tristan. Fu—”
His mouth crashed onto mine. The kiss hard, his lips unyielding as he shoved his tongue inside, twisting and curling it around my own.
It was brutal, almost punishing and…such a damn turn-on.
Wait, no.
This was wrong. I wasn’t supposed to kiss my boss, and I sure as shit wasn’t supposed to like it. And since he still had my wrists trapped in those iron fists of his, I dug my teeth into his bottom lip and chomped down. A deep, angry growl rumbled through his chest. Snapping his head back, he pinned me with an intensely dark stare. Seconds, that felt like minutes, ticked by before he loosened his hold on me.
Those eyes though, they held me captive.
Even more so when he touched a finger to the spot where I bit him, then slowly traced over it with his tongue.
“Fuck yes.”
He smiled that stupid crooked smile, and it was enough to send my last brain cell packing. It was the only explanation I had for surging forward and picking up exactly where we left off.
He kissed me harder than before. Punishing me by sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and sinking his teeth into the swollen flesh. Not as hard as I did to him but enough to feel a sting of pain.
A desperate, needy moan tore from the back of my throat, and holy hotness, it just fueled the man. He sucked my lip deeper, bit harder while his hands deftly slipped under my shirt.
He didn’t tease or caress. He simply curled his fingers into the cups of my bra and pulled them down. Then his hands were on my breasts, kneading and massaging in the same merciless way his mouth assaulted mine.
I loved every damn second of it.
