She thrashes against me as I carry her out of the kitchen and down the hall to my room, but it’s hopeless. I’m simply too strong for her.
Heart pounding, I carry her to my room, kick the door shut behind me, and toss her down onto the bed.
Instantly, she leaps up and tries to race past me, but I grab her again and pin her to the mattress.
Her chest heaves against mine. Her hard nipples press through the thin fabric of her shirt. She’s bursting with heat, and she’s looking at me like she’s dying of thirst.
“You can fight harder than that,” I say, my voice low.
“Fuck you!” she snaps in reply.
My breath strains as I lean in to kiss her. But she twists her head to the side, revealing the tender flesh of her long neck.
Like a fiending addict, I move closer and drag my teeth across her skin, then purse my lips just below her ear and start sucking.
“You son of a bitch…” she whispers as I make my mark on her. Everyone who looks at her now will know who did this—everyone including Kane.
“You’re mine in this house.” I pull her back and stare into her eyes. “Mine. Period.”
“And you think you deserve me?” she quips back, her cheeks burning red.
“IknowI do, princess. I know exactly what you want. Probably better than you do.”
Her eyes narrow. “Oh? And what’s that?”
Without answering, I take both of her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. Then, slowly, I trace the lines of her body with my other hand, moving down her breasts to her belly, then all the way to the waistline of her shorts.
My middle finger slides down her shorts and is greeted with the smooth skin of her freshly waxed pussy mound.
Her breath stutters and her lips part as I move lower, finding her tender clit. She’s already dripping with arousal.
“Ryker—” she starts to say, but just a tiny bit of pressure causes her voice to break and her back to arch off the bed.
“You’re a bastard,” she whispers, drawing a smile from my lips.
Smiling, I circle her button with my finger. She’s so slippery. I’m dying to tear off my pants and slide inside her, but that would be giving her what she wants.
And she doesn’t get that.
Not yet.
“Fuck off,” she snaps. Her words say one thing, but her body says something else completely.
“You’re close,” I whisper, giving her the cold, hard truth that we both know.
Butjustas she’s about to come, I pull my hand from her shorts, denying her the release she’s expecting.
She gasps, and I sit back, releasing my grip on her wrists. Then, to my surprise, she slaps mehard, knocking me back onto my heels.
Panting, with a shiny glow to her face, Sable gets up from bed and walks toward the door. “You think that’s cute, huh? I’ll ruin you…”
She’s going to run to my father.
That can’t happen.
I leap up from bed and reach out to grab her, but before I can, she dodges out of the way and grabs my .38 off my nightstand. Her speed is blinding, and the next thing I know, I’m staring down the barrel of my own gun.
“Take it easy,” I tell her.
