Jesus, what is it gonna take?
“You love me,” I said accusingly.
“Doesn’t mean I’m your bitch,” she bandied back.
I cupped the side of her face and ran my thumb across her dark red lips. “You’re gonna come back to me, so why waste time with this bullshit. You’re mine, and I’m not lettin’ you walk away. I want it all from you, Aislynn. Bein’ apart from you showed me that I never wanna be apart from you again. Wanna introduce you to my boys; wanna build us the house you design for our family. Want you to wear my patch, my mark, and my ring. Want you on the back of my bike and on your back in my bed. Want my baby in your belly; want you heart and soul, and I don’t give a fuck what you or anyone else says—I always get what I want.”
“Well, I don’t want you,” she spat.
My heart plummeted, but I didn’t let her see how much her words wounded me. Instead, I fisted her hair again, tilted her head, and took her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss.
She bit my lip, hard, and when I groaned, she shoved me away from her with a strength I didn’t know she possessed. “No,” she panted, wiping her mouth, her chest heaving so hard that I could see the rise and fall of her tits in that itty bitty scrap of cloth that molded around her perfect breasts, leaving hardly anything to the imagination.
Ash glared up at me, all the pain I’d inflicted and the longing she felt flicking across her face as she thrust a hand through her hair.
The rage erupting through my chest was only aimed at myself. “Baby?—”
“No!” she repeated. “You can’t do what you did and expect me to still want you.” Her cheeks stained pink until I could almost feel her unfiltered rage.
“Baby—”
“Don’t you ‘baby’ me,” she barked. “You think you can just—” She cut herself off by shoving me again, her palms flat against my chest, and I let her because I had to let her work her anger out. MyDubheasahad a temper, and I loved it. I couldn’t wait to slide a ring on her finger and finally take her to my bed. I had plans to make her as mad as I could, as often as possible, just to bring out the sexy little wildcat inside her. The image of her dragging Saskia by the hair flashed through my mind, and my cock thickened.
She must’ve recognized my wolfish grin because she raised her palms defensively as if to warn me off. “Don’t you dare.”
My grin grew wider. “Oh, I dare.”
I moved toward her like a tiger stalking its prey, making her scuttle backward until her ass collided with my desk. “Pagan, stop,” she demanded. “You can’t expect me to?—”
I reached out, grabbed the front of her throat, and squeezed gently.
Her eyes rounded as she stared up at me with her lips parted. “What are you doing?—?”
I slid my other arm around her waist and pulled her flush against me, my fingers biting into the lush curve of her ass through the material of that damned skirt. Her breathing became ragged, her body trembling in my grip, and for a second I thought maybe, just maybe, she’d give in.
Instead of doing what I expected and leaning up and kissing me, she threw her chin up, her eyes spitting poison.
“You’re choking me,” she hissed.
“Good. It may shut you up for five minutes,” I grunted.
Her lip curled into a sneer. “You’re a bastard.”
I grinned and muttered, “Yep,” before leaning down and taking her mouth again.
Something wild had been let loose inside me. My girl tasted like fire, rage, and tears, and I fed off it like an addict craving his next fix. I knew I’d hurt her, but I was willing to do anything to make it right. I just needed her to give me the chance to make it up to her.
I pressed my lips firmly against Aislynn’s, drinking in her groan of protest. She bit my lip again, but all it did was make my cock even harder. She tried to wrench away, but I was ready for her that time. I tugged her top up over her boobs and pulled back to study how beautiful she was.
Ash’s lips were swollen, her cheeks pink, and a flush ran from her neck to her tits, which were heaving from exertion.
Jesus fuck, I’d missed her.
Stooping slightly, I grabbed her waist and hauled her ass up onto my desk, stepping between her legs. “I love you, bared for me,” I rasped. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. Nobody else could ever compare to you.”
“Except Saskia,” she whispered, her tone laced with so much sadness that it brought a lump to my throat.
“No, baby,” I murmured. “You’ve got it all wrong.”
