“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You broke into my room?”
I jumped from the bed, the state of my clothing forgotten, until I stood in front of him and flipped the light switch on the wall. His eyes traveled over my body, and when I looked down to see what he was staring at, I noticed how hard my nipples were.
The thin tank top I wore was practically see-through. And the shorts may as well have been panties for how small and snug they were.
“Damn, woman.” He looked up at me and grinned.
“Get the fuck out.” I walked over to open the door for him, and King wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I could feel his erection as it pressed against my back.
His hand found my throat, and he whispered, “Not a fucking chance.” Then those traitorous lips brushed a path down my neck and shoulder.
I tried to pull away. It was useless, and if I were honest with myself, I would admit that I wasn’t really trying to get away.
He smacked my ass as he stepped back. “Get back in bed.” He laid down and pulled the blanket back as though he were inviting me into his bed. I grabbed a pillow and smashed my face into it, letting out a frustrated scream.
“If you want to scream, I can make that happen, Princess,” he growled.
“Don’t fucking call me that!”
Grabbing my robe, I tied the sash as tight as I could without cutting off my circulation.
Be strong, Grace!
Marching to the door, I yanked it open, leaving him alone in my room. Then I strolled down the hall in nothing but my robe and the bits of clothing I had under it.
I heard the door slam behind me as I made it to the stairs and quickly ran down them. I needed to make it to the main room before he caught me.
His voice was loud as he yelled, “GRACE! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”
I smiled, knowing the big, bad president was making a fool of himself. I didn’t know what he hoped to accomplish, but he wasn’t sleeping in my bed.
I walked into the main room with my head held high and climbed onto a stool at the bar. “Joey, I’d like a vodka on the rocks please.”
No sooner had Joey nodded then King entered. He stopped long enough to put his jeans on but left the top two buttons undone. God, he was so damn sexy; I was cussing myself out, telling the greedy bitch not to look.
She didn’t listen any better than King fucking did.
“Joey, don’t give her a fucking thing,” he hissed, pointing at Joey as he rounded the bar until he was standing behind me, caging me in with his hands on the bar. “Princess, you and I need to have a talk.”
“We really don’t, asshole.”
“Grace.”
I spun around on my stool and shoved his chest. “No! You crossed a fucking line.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a few of the Gods of Mayhem listening. The one named Poseidon stood up and made his way over to King and me.
“There a problem here?” he asked.
“No!”
“Yes!” King and I answered in unison. “This son of a bitch broke into my room and tried to climb into my bed.”
Poseidon cocked an eyebrow at King. I sat on my stool, smug at the look he was giving King.
“That true?”
“Back the fuck off,” King growled, his eyes on me. I could see that he was angry. I knew I was making a scene, but I was tired of his fucking games. Cash, Gunner, and a few others must have heard King yelling upstairs because they walked in from the hallway. All were in various stages of undress.
“Seems to me she’s not interested. There a reason you forced your way into her room?”
