“Bane!” she shrieks again, her fists pounding against my back. “Are you crazy? You can’t throw people around like that. Put me down!”
I smack her ass, silencing her bitching. I don’t give a good goddamn what she thinks. Nobody puts their hands on my fucking property.
Carrying her through the bar, I jog up the stairs towards my brother’s office.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Don’t push me, woman,” I growl, kicking the door open to find Gamble behind the desk, counting the night’s take.
“Get lost,” I bark.
Gamble looks up, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline when he sees Frankie slung over my shoulder. A knowing grin spreads across his face as he gathers the cash into a lockbox.
“All yours, VP,” he says, giving me a mock salute as he passes us.
I slam the door shut behind him and twist the lock.
Only then do I set Frankie on her feet. She tosses her hair out of her face, her eyes narrowed to slits as she glares at me.
“Have you lost your damn mind?” she demands, her chest heaving.
I stalk toward her, backing her up until she hits the door. “You’re mine,” I growl, planting my hands on either side of her head. “I don’t share.”
Her eyes widen, but I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate, the way her breathing quickens. “Bane,” she whispers, and the sound of my name on her lips makes my cock throb.
“That asshole was about to put his hands on you,” I say, my voice gravely. “I should go back down there and break every one of his fingers.”
“He didn’t touch me,” she argues, denying what I saw with my own eyes.
“Didn’t he?” I lean in closer, inhaling the scent of her. “Nobody touches my property.”
Her breath catches. “I’m not a possession, Bane. You can’t just?—”
I cut her off with a brutal kiss, pouring all my frustration and jealousy into it. She stiffens for a moment, then melts against me, her hands fisting in my shirt.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her lips. “Say it.”
She shakes her head, her eyes blazing with defiance.
So this is the game she wants to play, huh?
My tongue swipes over my lip, and I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. Holding her stare, I wrap my other hand around her neck, daring her with my eyes to deny the truth. “Say it, Frankie.”
“No,” she breathes, but her body betrays her, arching into my touch.
My dick throbs. My baby likes it rough.
I drop my head, nipping at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you right here, against this door, with a bar full of people downstairs,” I murmur against her skin. “And you’re going to be a good girl and scream my name so loud they’ll all know exactly who you belong to. Won’t you?”
A small whimper escapes her, and I feel her pulse racing under my lips. I release her wrists and trail my fingers down her neck, between her tits, and slip my hand under her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra. Her nipple hardens instantly against my palm.
“Still want to tell me you’re not mine?” I ask, squeezing gently.
She bites her lip, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “Bane, please.”
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”
She tries to pull her hands free, but I tighten my hold. “You. Please. I want you.”
