“Find another way to entertain yourself,” he replies in a bored tone, but the curl of his lips is anything but bored. It’s almost as if he is enjoying this.What a psycho!
I scoff, irritated at myself for thinking he could be just a little sensible.
“Books for me aren’t just entertainment. They’re a way to keep my sanity intact in this goddamn cage.”
“You made your point. Done?” His face is blank, but his chest dips, like he’s saying the words with restraint. He picks up the cigar, lights it, exhales and looks at me as if I were a joke.
“Well, not everyone has the grit to live in a cold, empty mansion with nothing but stones in human form.”
He slams his fist against the table, gaze sharpening into something dangerous.
“I don’t appreciate your cleverly worded insult, little wife.”
His endearment stutters my breath, and I hate it. Fuck. I hate that I’m flustered when I should be livid!
“Then fucking let me go!” I’m damn near yanking my hair out when he speaks.
“My office isn’t a dumpster for you to offload your frustrations. Watch your tone.” His voice is rough.
I bark out a dry laughter, staring accusingly at him. “I wonder who the cause of my frustration is.”
“Get. Out,” he hisses, eyes narrowing on mine in a heated stare.
I match the intensity in his eyes. “Not until you grant me your damn permission.”
“Don’t test my limits.”
“Please…Dominic,” I give him an exaggerated eye roll, “the world doesn’t revolve around you and your shitty rules!”
Suddenly, he pushes the chair back and rises to his full, towering height. I gulp, my confidence breaking apart under his hooded gaze. I’m supposed to hold his gaze and show defiance, but my eyes betray me, drifting down his lean body before trailing back upward to his eyes.
He walks toward me like a predator stalking his prey. My pulse quickens, and on instinct I take a few steps back.
His breath grows heavier against my face, leaving a thread of space between us. “You don’t get to run your smart mouth, give me a boner and then walk out untouched, little wife,” he rumbles.
I gasp at the raw primal sound, heat pooling between my thighs. God, this man has no right to rile me, unravel me, and make me feel achingly alive all at the same time.
“Let me go,” I whisper, but it comes out as a whimper.
His lips twist into a dark smile. “Oh, Princess, you don’t want me to.”
Before I can fire back, his mouth crashes against mine. I lose all sense of reasoning. His manly musk overwhelms me as I return the kiss fiercely, the anger somehow blurring into lust and coursing through me like adrenaline.
Our tongues battle for dominance, a battle that I know I’ll never win. He bites into my bottom lip, just enough to draw blood, and I nearly moan into his mouth.
“I hate you,” I groan when I regain a fraction of common sense. He gropes my tits, my nipples hardening under his touch.
“No. You don’t, Princess,” he rumbles, turning me around and lifting me until we get to the desk. Then he bends me over.“You’ve been longing to have my cock buried deep inside you since that night. Admit it.”
He hoists my skirt up to reveal my lacy panties along with my ass.
I release something between a whimper and a grunt. “You wish.”
His grip tightens on my waist, holding me steady. Before I can process what happens next, his calloused hand lands on my ass, leaving a sharp sting in its wake.
“Fuck!” I bite my lips, my pussy already dripping wet.
He purrs, and goosebumps litter my skin at the thought of him savoring my reddened ass.
