“No.” I snap as I throw open the door and start to storm away from him. I’m about to kick off my shoes so I can move faster – heels aren’t the best footwear when you’re trying to dramatically walk away from a man, but a sudden hand on my arm stops me.
My chest presses into the wall and Malakai’s hand pins me there by the back of my neck.
“I’ve warned you before, kitten,” he whispers in my ear, “I’ve warned you about what I’ll do to you if you keep giving me fucking attitude.”
“You’re not fucking me after you’ve just spent however fucking long entertaining another woman.”
“Entertaining another woman?” He laughs humorlessly, it’s low and violent, a promise, “You really think I’dentertainanother woman?”
My nostrils flare, “Well I don’t know, Malakai, especially since that’s the same woman who had her hands all over you on our fucking wedding day.”
“I’ve thought about nothing but you all fucking day today, Olivia. I have barely been able to concentrate when all I can think about is this damn body, and your fucking moans and when I’m going to fucking see you smile again.”
I push back on him, hoping to get him off me, “How romantic.” I deadpan, “You’ve thought about fucking me all day.” I skip over the smiling things because… well I can’t use that right now. It’s not dramatic enough.
His fingers flex on the back of my neck and he doesn’t relent.
“Yes, I’ve thought about fucking you.” He admits. “And if you’ve eaten. Or had water. I’ve nearly fucking lost my mind thinking about another man being near you when you’re wearing this fucking outfit. And I was watching the damn clock, waiting for you to get home just so I could fucking see you.”
His nose presses into my hair as he takes a breath, “Regina is nothing and no one. She’s a spoiled little bitch who is throwing a tantrum because she didn’t get what she wants.”
“So why is she still here? Why not send her away?”
“You have no reason to be jealous, Olivia. And I apologize that you feel like you do. I assure you,” his mouth presses to my temple, “I want no one but you and I haven’t wanted anyone else since we made this arrangement weeks ago.”
My heart pounds inside my chest, “Let me go, Malakai.”
His hand works away from my neck and down my spine, but his body keeps me pressed to the wall. He slides his hand around my waist until he flattens his palm against my abdomen, his fingers slipping beneath the flap of my blazer, so his skin burns against mine through the sheer lace of the bodysuit.
“Letting you go, kitten, is the last thing I want to do right now.” He whispers, voice layered with gravel, edged with a deep roughness that scrapes against me in the most delicious way. I shiver against him.
Memories of this morning assault me, the way he bound me and fucked me damn senseless blooming heat low in my core. His cock grinds into my ass, his breath tickling the shell of my ear.
“What will it be, kitten?” He rasps, “Let you go or let me fuck this attitude out of you?”
“You’ll never be able to fuck the attitude out of me,” I push back on him.
“You’re probably right,” His teeth scrape threateningly across my neck, “But it’ll be fun to try.”
“Give it a go,” I breathe, moving my head to the side to open my neck up for him, “Just know I’ll hate every second of it.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my back. “You tell such pretty lies, Olivia.” The hand that was pressed on my abdomen starts to lower, deft fingers quickly working the button on my suit pants before it then slips inside. “Your body betrays you, kitten.”
My breath stutters from me as his fingers shift beneath the crotch of my bodysuit and slips through me. I already knew I’d be wet. But he doesn’t remain there like I expect him to, instead he pulls his hand out, releases my neck and gently pulls my pants down. They fall to my feet, leaving me in just the bodysuit and blazer.
Fingers trail up the back of my thigh before they go back to my neck, forcing me forward. My cheek rests against the cold surface and my heart pounds in my chest as my ass sticks out.
“You’re beautiful,” Malakai whispers, palming my ass cheek before he suddenly spanks me.
Hard.
A mix of a moan and a cry spills from me.
“Will you lie again?” He asks, caressing the sting.
“Don’t play games, Malakai,” I snap, my arousal intensifying to the point of pain. “You don’t fuck me? I’ll fuck myself, I really don’t care.”
“Then go fuck yourself, Olivia.” He steps away from me, cold air suddenly bringing goose bumps to my skin. “Because while you’re acting like a little brat and pretending you don’t want me just as much, you’re not getting my cock.”
