“You mudak,” I hiss. I press the knife against him but not hard enough to draw blood.
“Careful, tiger. I don’t think your claws are as sharp as you think.” He chuckles harshly then moves quicker than a bear. He has his hand wrapped around the front of my neck, lightly chocking me. Fuck him for manhandling me. But fuck me for liking it.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Everyone miscalculates me, but one day, they’ll see.
“The stitches on my thigh disagree. But you’re no murderer,” he muses. Even with a knife to his throat, he doesn’t deem me a threat. But I can tell it’s not because he underestimates me, but because he knows he’s safe from me. But not everyone can claim that.
“I’d do whatever it takes to get revenge.” One person in particular comes to mind.
“But you wouldn’t kill your husband,” he challenges me. He knows me well enough to trust me. I deliberate if I would kill him if I had to, and then something horrible dawns on me. I don’t know if I could.
“Not unless you give me a reason to,” I lie.
“Would you do it in front of them?” He raises a brow and points to the door with the hand not around my neck.
The distance he puts between us with the move leaves me cold. Without a thought, I wrap my leg around his and pull him into me. He immediately grips my ass and pulls me up until my core rests against his hardness.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you enjoy being threatened,” I muse as I grind up against him.
“Fuck, tiger,” he moans. “I only enjoy it when it’s my wife threatening me.”
“I wish I could say I only enjoy threatening my husband, but that’d be a lie.” It comes out husky. I can’t stop teasing him, but this one isn’t a lie. I do love my violence.
“You better not be threatening any other man like this.” He thrusts against me as he growls it out.
I moan at the contact and chase him with my hips, seeking more.
“Quiet, tiger. You wouldn’t want your in-laws hearing you’re not a good girl.” The mockery in his tone pisses me off just as much as his movements arouse me.
I bring my mouth close to his.
“They don’t need to know it, but I’ll never be a good girl for you,” I promise him. He just grins in response.
He brings his lips so close I can feel his exhales mingle withmy own.
“I can make you my good girl. Just wait and see,” he says confidently. Such misplaced confidence.
I bite his lip then push him back creating distance between us. His shocked expression fills me with pleasure.
“You’ll be waiting a long time, darling.” I laugh as I say it.
He pulls me by my neck into him until our lips brush.
“Fight me all you want but know who you belong to.” His dark tone sends shivers down my spine.
He brings his lips down to mine. My eyes shut, and I bask in his touch. The kiss is heat and passion and need. It’s all the pent-up fire we’ve been fighting.
But all too quickly, it’s over. His abrupt absence leaves me cold and needy. I groan as my eyes fly open to a nightmarish scene.
Bash is standing behind a confused Dominic with such fury, he’s shaking. He must have pulled my husband off of me. I can’t imagine the scene he walked in on nor the conclusions he came to.
“DON’T EVER LAY A HAND ON YOUR WIFE AGAIN!” Bash shouts at my husband.
Dominic’s confusion morphs into fury. He turns to face his brother, and somehow, stands so tall, he seems even bigger and more intimidating.
“DON’T EVER COME BETWEEN US!” Dominic yells back.
Bash doesn’t back down. Bash launches his fist at Dominic, catching him in the eye. I gasp at the move, completely caught off guard. I pegged Roman as the hothead, not Bash. He seemed too sweet and nerdy.
