If its war she wants, it’s war she’s going to fucking get.
“Empty it now.” I order, “Now.”
“I’ll get on it,” Dean says, grabbing his laptop.
“You do that,” I grit. “Now give me the files for the company.” I tell Sebastian.
He provides them quickly, sensing my mood is not to be fucked with right now. When his arm is close enough, I grab his wrist and tug him closer, “Flirt with my wife again, Bast, and I’ll hurt you, understand?”
He quirks a brow and smirks, “Sure thing, boss.”
“It’s done,” Dean tells me, “Empty.”
“Good. Let’s see how she survives without my money now.”
“Don’t you think that’s maybe a little bit too far?” Killian advises.
Probably. “She’s my wife, what’s hers is mine and what’s mine is hers.”
I see their glances at each other, silently agreeing that I’m a prick right now for doing what I just did, but I am already looking forward to the fiery argument to come from her. I just know it’ll be damn explosive.
Chapter Thirty-one
I hear her before I see her.
The guys have all left, the house is quiet, but she isveryloud.
“Malakai!” She screams.
The door slams open and in she comes, her fury so violent it could rival a storm.
“Wife,” I purr, leaning back in my chair.
“You!” She growls, her eyes wide, face contorted with her anger. She’s still fucking stunning. “How dare you!?” She crosses the space between us and slams down her palms on my desk.
I rub together my fingers as I watch her, my smile feline, “I just wanted to buy a dress, kitten.”
She grabs one of my glasses and tosses it, as hard as she can at the wall, raining shards of glass across the room. I abruptly stand, leaning over to grasp the back of her neck, “Easy now, kitten.”
Her breathing is ragged, her eyes filled with so much venom, “I fucking hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” I rasp.
Brown eyes drop to my lips and then her mouth crashes against mine violently. My fingers slide into her thick hair, gripping it as I tug, stretching out her neck as I plunge my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers curl into my shirt, tugging me closer but this damn fucking desk!
Not separating us or removing my hand from her hair, I manage to manipulate us until we’re at the end of the desk and then my hand is on her waist, biting into her flesh as I yank her closer.
Nothing about this is slow or sweet or romantic, this is violent. This is dominance. A challenge.This is fucking us.
Her hands quickly start tugging at my shirt and once it’s out of my pants, her hands shove up under it, her nails clawing at my back. I hiss into her mouth as the pain registers and she uses it to her advantage to sink her teeth into my lip, drawing blood.
I break away from her, breathing heavy as my tongue laps up the blood welling on my bottom lip.
“You little fucking brat,” I growl, my hand coming up to wrap around her throat, her eyes widen as her hands shoot up to grip my wrist. I don’t squeeze or constrict her air, but a twitch of my fingers tells her I can.
“Fuck. You.” She spits.
Desire rushes through me, my cock aching, “Get on your knees.”
