She flinches, and I delight in it.
“Says the guy who broke in. Leave!” she snipes back, straightening her shoulders, and if I didn’t hate her so much, I’d be impressed at her tenacity.
“No. I ain’t leavin’ here until I get some answers from you.”
Her chest rises, and she sucks in air. “What kind of answers?”
I glance over at Hunter, who leans against the closed door like a guard dog. Just within arm’s reach to take me down if I should go too far with her, which I have every intention of doing.
There’s no way in hell I’m going to allow her to breathe for another moment without me receiving some kind of satisfaction. Not after what her brother has put me through. Put so many through.
As I scan her up and down, she doesn’t look scared, and that surprises the hell out of me. Instead, the defiance flashing in her eyes makes me want to throttle her and fuck her. Perhaps I’ll do both at the same time? I drag my fingers through the scruff of my jaw.
I dig into my back jean pocket, her eyes widen, and she takes a step back until her ass hits the wall. I’d find it amusing if I weren’t so pissed off by how intriguing I find her. When I pull out a photo, her shoulders relax, andthatannoys the hell out of me. For a twisted reason, I enjoy her being skittish. Maybe it’s because she’s going to give me what I want? Add in the fact there’s a weird chemistry building between us that I can’t help but feel excitement when I’m in her proximity, despite not wanting to.
Knowing I’m twisted up over her is too much to bear and just another reason to hate her.
“This woman…” I open the folded photo and hold it up in front of her face. “I want to hear everything you know about her.”
She stares at Alisha for a minute before her eyes flit over to me. That familiar look of sympathy I can’t stand oozes into them, and I instantly hate it.
I hate her.
“Tell me,” I growl.
She glances back at the photo before she brings her emerald eyes up to mine. She swallows thickly. “I’ve never seen her before.”
“Liar!” I slam my fist beside her head, and she doesn’t so much as flinch.
“I’m not a liar.” She glances toward Hunter, which pisses me off, before returning her attention back to me. “I’ve never seen her before. Can you leave now?”
I grip her chin. The way her lips pucker between my fingers has my cock throbbing and my mouth watering to sample her.
From the moment I knew I was coming over here, I’ve been hard, but being in her proximity has me bordering on deranged. Her peachy scent invades my nostrils, her soft skin feels like it’s scorching me; every part of her is drawing me in.
I shake my head, dislodging my thoughts. “Look closer,” I demand.
She rolls her eyes, and I see red.
“Look fucking closer!” I bellow, shoving her head, and it bounces off the wall. She squeezes her eyes closed and breathes out. The whoosh of air fans my fingers, causing a million goosebumps to break out over my skin.
When she opens her eyes, they’re full of tears, and triumph floods my veins. My cock spurts at the knowledge, and I slowly loosen the grip on her face, deciding how this is going to go.
Her bottom lip wobbles. “I haven’t seen her before. I told the police everything I know.”
“Which was what, exactly?”
“That I saw no women. I saw no one. I swear it.” She gulps, but her words rush out, as if well practiced.
“You lived with the fucker and saw no one? I call bullshit.” I grit out a calculated laugh.
Time passes between us, and I stare at her, locked in a trance, awaiting her response while knowing I won’t be getting one. Not today, at least.
She licks her lips, and I feel it in my heavy balls. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock, and I suppress a groan at the thought of what it would be like for her tongue to drag over it, to jerk off and splash my cum all over her pretty, deceitful face. Would she be so defiant then? Completely covered in my seed.
The longer I glare into her stunning eyes, the more she pisses me off.
She’s stubborn; I’ll give her that.
