"You really think I'm more interested in anything that isn't you?"
Another step.
When I take a step back to counteract his movement, my lower back hits the countertop behind me, and I let out a small, silent gasp, realising I'm trapped.
"You think I don't want to spend an ounce of time with you?" he asks, his voice soft and laced with a hint of desire that has my traitorous body heating up and coiling tight. "You really think that, Alicia?"
The sound of my name on his lips as he takes his final step towards me, and the way he leans in close, placing his hands on either side of the countertop beside my hips, has my stomach clenching.
His hooded eyes don't leave mine, and when I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, he leans closer, his beard scraping against my jaw as his lips skim against my ear.
"Do you honestly think I pay no attention to you at all?"
Intoxicated by the smell of him and overwhelmed by the desire coursing through my veins from how close he is to me, I arch my back,trying to move my face away from his, but intentionally pushing my body closer to him as I nod.
"Yes," I whisper. "I do."
He pulls away from me, arching his damned brow again as the smirk on his face falls away.
"Well, I guess I'll have to show you how wrong you are."
Still drunk on feelings he elicited in my body moments ago, I'm too slow to stop him when he bends down, banding his thick, muscled arm around my thighs and lifts me over his shoulder—again.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Dominic
Carrying her through the apartment, I ignore her shouts as she dangles over my shoulder, pounding her singular fist against my back. Thankfully, she's not trying to injure her other hand further.
I walk up the stairs, readjusting my dick in my pants, which is growing thicker by the minute, and move towards my office. As soon as I reach the door, I push it open, walking us inside and closing the door behind me, locking it before I place her on the ground in front of me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she shouts, moving around me and slamming her hand down on the light switch so the room is bathed in light.
She shakes her head, pushing me when I don't reply, and I chuckle.
"You want to know what my problem is, little viper?" I ask, spinning to face her, placing my hands on either side of her head, and caging her in against the door. "You.Youare my problem."
A crease forms between her arched brows, and her nose crinkles, making the stud piercings twinkle as the light catches them.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Removing my left hand from the wall, I cup her jaw, stroking my thumb along her bottom lip as my eyes scan her face.
"From the moment I saw you in that restaurant, you've been at the forefront of my mind. Distracting me, infuriating me, tempting me." Her mouth parts, and she lets out a shaky breath. "Everything about you is enticing. From the way you move to the way you speak, even when you're pissed off with me. I can't focus on anything else when you're around."
She scoffs, narrowing her mossy green eyes at me as she pushes at my chest.
"Mentiras! You don't pay any attention to me at all. You're always on your phone when we're together."
Dropping my hand from her jaw, I curl it around the back of her neck and use it to guide her across the room in front of me until we're standing behind my desk, her body in front of mine.
"You want to know why I'm always on my phone?" Applying pressure to her neck, I push her forward until she's leaning over my desk, unintentionally causing her plump, rounded arse to press against my dick. "Let me show you what it is that's always grabbing my attention when we're together, Alicia."
Using my free hand to wiggle the mouse on the desk beside her hand, my computer screen comes to life, and I click on my files.
Multiple folders appear, and I click on the one labelled with her name.
Images of her fill the screen, and I push her head closer to the computer so she can see all the pictures I've gathered of her from the past two weeks we've spent together.
