With murder on my mind and my palms itching to grab a handful of her ass, I drive toward the compound, not knowing if I will shoot the first guard near her and punish her later or the other way around. Fact is, someone will go blind, and her ass will be red.
It’s as if the men sense my violent mood and open the gates immediately. The car speeds down the paved road, leaving my sanity behind.
Parking, I jump out of the car, heading toward the back patio to the outside pool, searching for the guards who have seen her, only to come to an abrupt halt. Not only is no one in her vicinity, but it’s the first time they roam the perimeter seemingly without a purpose.
I rake a hand through my hair, pinning her down with a hard glare. “Get out, right fucking now.”
She rolls her eyes at me and continues swimming, disregarding the tsunami she unleashed inside of me that’s ready to level this entire compound.
She wants to play this game. Fine with fucking me.
Crouching, I grab her by the wrist and pull her up, shielding her from the guards. She squirms and starts kicking, but I wrap my hand around her neck, squeezing lightly. That gets her attention.
She smiles brightly, as if she ate fucking sunshine. “Can’t keep your hands off me, huh?”
“Playing with a beast? I’ll chew you up whole and spit you out in pieces,” I snap, losing my composure by the second.
“What’s your problem?” she huffs.
My chest heaves with my labored breathing. “My fucking problem is that you mess with the security. They’re supposed to protect you every minute of every fucking day, and you flaunt your body, which is not only inappropriate, it’s desperate.”
Her eyes widen, lashes of anger making the blue in her green eyes turn to liquid lightning bolts.
“Desperate, you say? Fuck you, Mika.”
She pushes at my chest, and I let her go as she mutters under her breath the entire time she dries herself.
She whips her head to me. “Say you’re sorry.”
“Or what?” I dare her, panting raggedly. She challenged me enough for one day.
I don’t even have time to blink before she unclasps the knot at the back of her neck. The flimsy straps fall, exposing her perfect breasts, round and perky, and we’re fucking outside.
I glare at her before scanning the perimeter. I swear, every guard has his back to us, helping me in keeping my frail composure, which gets increasingly more difficult with each second.
She bends at her waist, but I yank her up by the elbow. Pulling her up, I smash her front to my chest, wrapping my hand in her hair. She’s a trembling mess of want and rage. How I would like to indulge, but I can’t. She better never pull this shit ever again.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I inhale her soft whimpers, not of how hard I grip her hair. That’s more to hold on to the last strand of my sanity, but because I am one inch away from pressing my mouth to hers. I realize her strategy. She wants me to give in.
“I’m your brother’s best friend,” I remind her.
“You keep saying that. Can’t think of a better excuse?” she mumbles.
She’s on a roll today, and I am one second away from hopping on the jet and dragging that asshole back from his honeymoon, kicking and screaming if I have to.
I am sure I can withstand anything but not Dahlia. Not when I am burning with raw need and desperate craving. Not when I am sick of lying to myself and even sicker with this desire for her.
“I’m six fucking years older than you,” I grit out.
She blinks at me and huffs. Fuck, this excuse is officially the stupidest one yet.
“Should I call you daddy then?”
A growl rumbles in my throat just like my despair rippling through me. “You have a dirty mind, Dahlia. But it’s nothing compared to how depraved I am.”
She palms my chest, her hands lowering in exploration. “Show me.”
Two words that undo me, blasting my world to pieces. I inhale a deep lungful of air; it feels like I deprive the rest of the world of oxygen. My eyes twitch, and I pinch the bridge of my nose to collect myself.
