Page 5 of Playing with Trouble

He dared to smirk at me.“If you think I’m the one who wouldn’t survive, you’ve got it backwards.By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to let you come, and I’ll still be nowhere close to finished with you.”

I gave him a taunting smile and dared to reach out and skim my index finger beneath his chin in a very insolent manner.“Careful, Perish.Overpromising is the fastest way to disappoint a girl.”

I didn’t miss the dangerous glint in his eyes before I dove into the pool with a splash that drenched him, and the other men still standing nearby.Cool water rushed over me, a shock against the heat still simmering in my veins.When I surfaced, Ford was staring at me, mouth slightly open in shock that I’d actually jumped in with my dress on.

Good.I loved surprising men who thought they’d already figured me out, and Ford Perish was about to find out I didn’t just tease.I ruined men who thought they could tame me.

CHAPTER2

Ford

Jesus fucking Christ.I still couldn’t believe that Violet was here, let alone that she’d been bold enough to dive into the pool when most women would worry about ruining their dress or hair or make-up.

Not Violet.She was reckless, defiant, and gloriously indifferent to anyone’s opinion of her.

She was the half-sister of my good friend’s fiancée, which should have made her off-limits.But from the second I laid eyes on Violet, I’d wanted to do filthy things to her and that sassy mouth of hers.She had piercing green eyes to match her attitude, gorgeous blonde hair I wanted to pull on, and she was the perfect size for me to haul up over my shoulder and carry off to do wicked things to her.

And now here she was, at the club, emerging from the pool like a fucking siren—hair slicked back, waterproof make-up still intact, and her skin gleaming under the soft glow of the pool lights.She was dripping wet as that scrap of fabric that could hardly be called a dress clung to her figure, riding up her toned, tanned thighs and showing off her tight nipples.

I gripped my glass tightly and before I could shatter it, I forced myself to hand it off to a passing server.

“Whoops.”Violet walked over to us, water sliding down her skin, her throat, between her small but firm breasts… “Look at me, all wet…”

She wasn’t talking to me, wasn’t even looking at me, but I had a pretty good idea of what she was doing.Every interaction I’d had with Violet, she’d been nothing but a spitfire to me.Arguing with me, scoffing, rolling her eyes.It was like she was daring me to put her over my knee.

My cock already ached.There was honestly nothing I liked better than taming a brat, getting the submissive to give in and admit I was in control, mewl and writhe with pleasure under my ministrations after resisting for so, so long.I wanted to hear Violet beg, not because she had to, but becauseshe needed to.I wanted her looking up at me with that bratty mouth parted, eyes hazy with desire, thighs trembling from the force of what I’d just done to her…and realize she’d picked the wrong man to provoke.

Or the right one, depending on her attitude.

Violet looked at one of the men that Tate and I had been talking with, some other regular at the club I recognized but kept forgetting his name.“You wouldn’t mind getting me a towel, would you?”Her hands slid over her body.“This fabric is just so…clingy…”

Before he could respond, she plucked his drink from his hand, giving him a sultry smile.“Unless you like me wet.”She downed his drink in one go while he gaped at her.

Naughty, confident, irritating, glorious girl.

Violet handed the man his glass back and he cleared his throat.“I can get you that towel,” he finally said, voice rough.

“Oh, would you?”Violet’s lashes fluttered guilelessly, and she tugged at the straps of her dress.“I would hate to take this off and have nothing else to put on instead.It would be terrible to have to walk around here dripping wet and naked.”

Jesus Christ.

Violet’s gaze flickered over to me, just for a moment—but I caught it.Yeah, she was trying to rile me up, but what she didn’t realize was that all she was doing was earning herself a punishment when I had her alone.

And Iwouldget her alone.There was no doubt about that.

One of the other men stared at her breasts and Violet smiled at him.“Or maybe you like that I’m wet?”she asked him.

My cock throbbed as Violet pressed herself up against the poor guy, giving him a sultry pout.He just stood there, gawking at her like a fish out of water, unsure what to do with her.I’d seen this guy around the club and knew he wasn’t the dominating sort.He wasn’t going to give Violet what she wanted.What sheneeded.

But that didn’t matter, because Violet wasn’t looking for this man to give her anything.Every sway of her hips, every deliberate flick of her gaze, it was all for my benefit.She was silently challenging me, and fuck if it wasn’t working.

“I think you like it,” Violet murmured as her hand slid down the guy’s chest and between his legs, where I could see her squeeze the bulge of his hard cock.“I think you like that I’m wet.Want to get me even wetter?”

The guy stammered, and Violet laughed huskily, playfully shoving him away.“Nope, missed your chance.”

Before she could torment the next guy, my patience snapped.I caught Violet by the wrist and yanked her hard enough that she stumbled straight into me, her soft, damp curves colliding with my chest.I locked an arm around her waist, keeping her pinned against my body.

Violet laughed as she looked up at me, eyes sparkling deviously.“Yes, Ford?You need something?”