With a sudden movement, he steps in front of the guy, blocking his path. “Off-limits. She is off-limits. No one touches her. No one thinks about her. No one.”
Arms crossed, I glare at his back. I refuse to notice how sharp his suit jacket fits, how it cuts right above his arse, how those dark slacks tempt me far more than they should. My mouth waters, and I want to scream.
I wrench my gaze away, clinging to composure long enough to respond. “Does that include you?”
His head swivels around. Those piercing silver eyes hone in on me, sending the most wicked shiver down my spine. I swear my body stumbles back from the force. “I’m notno one, cupcake. The rules don’t apply to me. They never have.”
The impact of his words brings me back to reality, like a splash of cold water. “Fuck you.”
The corners of his mouth turn upward, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “That’s a given. If you’re not careful, cupcake, it’ll be sooner than we’re both ready for.”
I don’t know what the hell gets into me. It could be that confident arrogant arseholes trigger something inside me. Flipping a switch that awakes the fighter, the woman who refuses to let them win. Perhaps that explains why I snatch up the vase and chuck it at his head.
I miss, of course.
The glass shatters at his feet, drenching his shoes and the prick’s feet next to him. While he stares down at the mess, unsatisfied-me tries again, going for round two. Reaching for the glass of water I’ve been nursing, I upend it over his head—ice included.
He swears under his breath, water running down his sexy frame.
I stomp my foot, wishing he would just leave.
Well, I get my wish. Or I sort of get my wish.
He shakes his head like a wet dog, wipes his face off with his larger-than-life hands, and then stalks toward me. “You’ll pay for that.”
Panic hits me. My hands shoot up. “Don’t you dare.”
Heat slams into me as he gets close. Too close. I brace myself—the last time a man made me pay I wore the bruises for weeks. My head turns, arms fly up to shield my face. I cry out in shock as the ground vanishes. I’m upside down and over his shoulders, shrieking as he storms down the hall toward the private wing.
“Put me down,” I order, pounding my fist into his back. “Put me down now!”
A loud smack echoes off the walls as heat builds on my arse where he spanked me. “Settle down or I’ll do that again.”
Two can play this game.
I swing my arm down hard, striking his left butt cheek. It’s solid, unmovable, like a damn rock. No reaction—except his steps speed up.
“Put me down.”
“In due time. If I put you down now, we’ll be giving them a show, and I don’t share with an audience.” His grip tightens as his hand slides up my right thigh, fingers digging in. A low growl vibrates from his chest. “Calm down. I’m one breath away from slamming you against the wall and fucking you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”
A searing heat builds in my core, radiating outwards and melting my insides like candle wax. I squirm, trying to stop it, and force his hand to move. It moves all right, but not in the direction I’d hoped. It slides higher, allowing his thumb to brush against the lace of my knickers.
That does us both in.
He shoves open the first door he comes to. Has me pressed against it from the other side within seconds. His mouth crashes into mine, and the kiss is wild. Teeth clank. Our tongues wrestle for control.
I fist the fabric of his shirt, my knuckles white, yanking him down, curling one leg around his thigh. His cock grinds against me, thick and unyielding, and I moan into his mouth. One perfectly timed grind of my hips, and I’ll lose it.
It’s like he’s inside my head and hears my unspoken pleas. He presses the rigid length harder into my core, drawing a desperate gasp from me. My head falls back. “Oh my god.”
Nipping my exposed neck, he digs his fingers into my hips and drags me down his hard cock. “Fuck. Your pussy is begging for it.”
“Yes.” There is no need to deny it. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Why do men always stop when you say those words?
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Just once, I wish a man would do as he’s told instead of thinking he has to be the one in charge.
