Even with the glitter on him, neon and pink and sparkling, he still looks lethal. Ready.
Maybe I pushed him too far?
In my defense, I wasn’t actually supposed to be in the car with him. I figured he’d have enough time to calm down before I got back sothiswouldn’t have happened. I suppose I could havegiven him a heads up but that wouldn’t have been nearly as funny as watching him get glitter bombed. It was worth getting glitter all over myself too.
But this reaction, this chase wasn’t something I had expected.
But it’s now or never. He’s moving closer, toward the entrance to the bar on my left, leaving me no choice but to bolt out the right.
Like a goddamned frightened animal, I run, throwing myself around the corner and beelining for the door. I don’t even make it halfway down the pool table.
An arm snags around my waist and the next thing I know, the felt of the pool table is being pressed to my cheek, my body hitting the table hard enough to move the balls out of the triangle formation.
Malakai’s chest presses into my spine, his hand on my neck. It’s a very similar position to last night but I don’t think he’ll be walking away from this one. Despite only having been on the green material for a few seconds, pink glitter already sparkles against it.
This shit really does get everywhere.
His breath is heavy, his fingers flexing on my neck.
“My wife,” He rasps, the hand not currently pinning me to the pool table moving down my body, “My pretty little brat. Did you have fun?”
Say no, Olivia. Tell him you’re sorry.
“I had a blast,” My voice comes out strained. “Pink really is your color.”
He chuckles and leans in, his nose burying into my hair as he inhales, “I hope it was worth it.”
“I’d do it again,” I admit. Let’s be honest, I really would.
“You fucked with my car,” He growls.
“You noticed, huh?” I try to push up, but he allows no movement. His hand captures my waist, and he squeezes before he moves up beneath the cropped sweater I have on, fingers toying with the band of my bra.
“You have such a fucking smart mouth,” He moves away from the bra and back down my body. I am hyperaware of every spot his fingers touch, very aware of how hard he is. He gets off on forcing my submission. He can make my body submit all he likes, with his force, his body, his will, but me? The very thing that makes me who I am, more than my body, is my soul and the fight it gives me. He’ll never have that submission.
Ever.
“All the better to hurt you with,” I growl, gathering all of my strength as I shove up from the pool table. He moves this time, seemingly caught off guard but it isn’t enough to get away. He forces me back down with a grunt.
“Never, not once,” He rasps, “In my life, have I been tested the way you test me, Olivia.”
“Do you hate it yet, Malakai?”
His body shivers above mine and a breath leaves him as he groans.
“I find with you; I don’t hate anything at all.”
My breath leaves me in a whoosh as his weight issuddenly lifted from me, but he’s pressed to my ass, cock slotted between my cheeks above my sweats.
“I’ve seen you in many outfits, kitten,” A hand runs down the center of my spine, “But I think I like this one the most.”
“What!?”
His fingers hook into the band of the sweats, “You’re comfortable. At ease.”
Well, he’s not wrong.
“Unguarded.”
