She might as well have with the way every muscle in my body had gone rigid and hard.
The air between us simmered and shook, and it took everything I had not to fist my hands in her tight white tee.
Her tits pushed up over the top. That riot of a body burning with hate.
I leaned in her direction, trying to shield myself from her scent that suddenly invaded my senses.
This intoxicating mixture of almonds and apples, all encased in a sweet cream I had the sudden urge to dip my fingers into.
“You sure about that?”
Those harvest eyes went wide. A swirl of browns and reds and golds whirling with exactly what she said she didn’t feel.
Fear.
Though it was nearly obliterated in the hatred that blazed within it.
Wildfire.
“Very,” she tossed back.
Air puffed from my nose, and I cocked my head to the side. “Let’s get something straight,Brinley.”
I said her name like it was a curse, my words coming out slow and sure.
“You can think whatever you want about me, but while you’re here, on my property, you operate under my rules.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Because you’re the king, I presume?”
She shot a glance in the direction of the row of bikes lined against the left side of the shop like she was offering up some sort of evidence of my guilt.
She wouldn’t be wrong.
“President,” I corrected.
“Right,” she said with enough vitriol to supply electricity to the compound for an entire week. “And what exactly does thepresidentplan to do with me?”
My imagination took it upon itself to catalogue all the plans I really wanted to make.
Pushing her up against the wall of the shop and fucking her out in the open sounded like a really good place to start, knowing she’d be chanting my name rather than the virulence she was spewing.
Or maybe just stuffing her smart mouth full of my cock would do the trick.
It didn’t really seem to have a preference of the location. Either would do.
But that was not gonna fucking happen.
I already warned my entire crew that she was abso-fucking-lutely off-limits.
I needed to remember that command for myself.
“You’re going to be a good girl and do what I say.”
Spite narrowed those eyes, and I knew there was zero chance of that.
But hey, a man could try.
“And how long am I supposed to stay your prisoner?”
