For one endless moment, neither of us moves and neither of us breathes. The heat between us is suffocating, and some insane part of me wants to arch up into him, to see what would happen if I rolled my hips against that hardness.
“Fine,” he grits out, his voice strained. “The hard way it is.”
Before I can respond, he’s moving, hauling me toward the open door and lifting me straight off the seat in a fireman’s carry, quick and controlled.
The world spins as he tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, with one large hand bracing my thigh to keep my dress from riding up.
“Put me down.” I pound my fists against his back and kick my feet, but it’s like hitting a brick wall. “You son of a bitch, put medown!”
Piotr wolf-whistles as we pass. “Looks like you’ve got your hands full, Lennox.”
I renew my efforts with added spite, but his arm across my thighs is like an iron bar. “How fucking dare you, you overgrown oaf.”
“Keep squirming.” His voice is low and strained. “See where that gets you.”
I squirm harder out of spite and thrash against his grip as he carries me up the steps.
His hand flexes on my ass, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp.
“I said…” His voice has gone rough. “Stop. Moving.”
Something about his tone makes my stomach flip. But I ignore it, and in sheer frustration, sink my teeth into his back, biting down hard on the back of his shoulder through his shirt.
He stops mid-stride and groans, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through his whole body and into mine. His steps falter for just a second, and I feel his hand leave my ass. Expecting to be dumped onto the ground, I brace myself, but instead, watch in shock as he reaches down to adjust himself through his jeans.
Oh.
Oh.
“Careful, Emma. You’re playing with fire.” He’s moving again, carrying me through the front door, but his voice is rough as the door slams shut behind us. “Bite me again, and I might just bite you back.”
7
BODHI
She bit me.
The little hellcat actually sank her teeth into my shoulder hard enough that I felt it through my shirt, and my cock reacted like she’d wrapped her hand around it.
My legs nearly buckled on the front steps, and I had to adjust myself in front of the guards, who smirked, thinking her struggles were turning me. Which they were, but for another reason entirely. I have no desire to force her to do anything, but damn, do I love her spirit.
Her weight is nothing to me, and I’m trying my hardest not to hurt or drop her, but she’s not making it easy. She’s still squirming, and every movement shifts her body against mine, her subtle curves pressing into my shoulder, and her scent flooding my senses until I can barely focus on what I’m doing.
When I grabbed her ankle and dragged her to me, she liked it. Her scent flared, sweet and full, when I loomed over her. And I didn’t miss the flush on her chest or the way her lips parted when our bodies touched.
I can’t think straight, not helped by my hand that’s still on her ass, resting on the soft flesh I can’t wait to sink my teethinto. I tell myself it’s just to keep her dress down, to preserve her modesty in front of these leering assholes.
It’s a lie.
My palm is pressed against the curve of her backside, fingers splayed wide, the heat of her skin seeping through the thin silk. The wordmateechoes through my skull like a drumbeat, drowning out everything else.
“Put me down, you absolute Neanderthal.” She lands another punch on my kidney, and I grunt, more from the effort of not reacting to her than from any actual pain she’s inflicting.
I’ll give her credit; she knows how to fight. Whatever act she was putting on in the club, pretending she wouldn’t cause any trouble, is long gone.
A guard steps into the foyer as I carry her through, his hand going to his weapon, eyes widening at the sight of a snarling, half-dressed woman being carried through the marble entrance hall in a fireman’s hold. His confusion is almost comical, gaze darting between Emma’s flailing limbs and my grim expression.
“He’s good!” Igor calls out from behind us, amusement thick in his voice as his footsteps echo across the polished floor. “That’s Lennox. He’s handling Kozlov’s newspecial project.”
