That perfect fucking ass hugged in those jeans I figured she must have picked to drive me out of my ever-lovin’ mind bucked against my cock as she battled to get free.
I gritted my teeth, refusing the burn that ignited at the feel of her, my own breaths shallow as I grappled to grip her by the wrists.
I finally got hold of them, and I pinned them on either side of her head.
Woman staked face down on the ground below me.
“You asshole!” she seethed.
All that autumn hair was bunched in my face, and her delicious skin was slicked in a sheen of sweat.
The scent coming off her made me lightheaded.
Almonds, apples, and cream.
Sweet fucking poison.
Delirium-inducing.
That’s what I had to be.
Delirious.
Way she had me so spun up I didn’t know if I wanted to punish her or please her.
My weight pinned her down, and I angled closer to her ear, words coming low and rough. “Yeah. And you’re a little sneak. Told you that you weren’t doing anything but looking for trouble.”
Brinley gasped and spluttered like I was the one who wasn’t respecting the boundaries.
And one thing I demanded around here was respect.
I pressed her fists harder to the ground, letting the words slice through the disorder. “Told you what I expected of you. That while you’re here, you follow my rules. Told you that you weren’t to leave this property without my knowledge and an escort.”
I dipped in even closer, the warning cleaving like a blade. “Running included.”
The woman was a rage. So fucking hot it was a wonder I didn’t light up in flames.
“Fuck you,King.” She spat it as she thrashed.
A clear disparage to my position in the club.
I pressed myself harder against her.
I was inundated by an onslaught of lust.
I wondered if she felt it.
If she could sense it because a frenzy suddenly took her over, and she wheezed, “Let me go.”
It was there again.
The same terror that had riddled her when I’d had hold of her last night.
Hidden below the fury that incinerated the air.
It stirred my own rage. The kind that made me want to go on a rampage and find the exact culprit of the feral potency she possessed.
“You gonna run?”
