I itch to test her, but the only one who will get hurt in this scenario is me.
She will grab the first chance, and I won’t be able to fool her a second time.
I can take her hatred. What I can’t take is her absence.
The contraceptive shot is overdue, and this is not the last time we will collide; the passion sizzling between us is impossible to control.
More relaxed, I smirk as she watches me with furrowed brows, caution written in her expression.
Even if she leaves, there is time left to knock her up.
After days of losing hope, it rises again like a phoenix, spreading fiery wings as if announcing to the world that it’s back.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, analyzing my every micro-gesture.
“How you can’t stop yourself from giving yourself to me.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “You must have hit your head as well. That’s––”
In an instant, I wrap my hand in her hair and tug her head back. “Come on, baby, lie to my face. Deny it all you want, but it won’t change the fact that you salivate at the sight of my cock, cream your fucking panties at the thought alone.”
“I hate you,” she spits, eyes glowing.
I bite into her jaw, then lick the afflicted skin. “Not even that changes it.”
She slaps her palms on my chest, pushing at me, but I remain an unmoving stone.
Her frustration is clear in her features tightening before she scratches down my torso.
“It only makes me hot, baby,” I whisper in her ear.
She huffs in response, the brat.
Palming her ass, I squeeze one cheek before I slap it and let her go.
She’s in my home, and she’s not going anywhere. I’ll chain her to me if needed.
She rushes out of the bathroom and throws curses at me, which only makes me laugh. “You asshole. Fuck you.”
“I’m up for round two whenever you’re ready,” I say to her back as she slams the door to the bathroom shut, leaving me with the gap in my chest that only seals when she’s near me.
Changing into a pair of boxer briefs, I follow her into the kitchen.
“It’s my turn to cook.”
“Fine,” she says, and leaves.
I prepare breakfast, the spread including everything from sweet to savory, then search for her. The penthouse is huge, but there is no place to hide where I won’t find her.
It doesn’t take me long to locate her. She’s on the terrace, lounging on the U-shaped sectional.
Putting the tray on the table in the middle, I sit down across from her and pat the spot next to me.
“What do you think I fucking am? A dog? You whistle and I perform?”
I pin her with a serious stare. “I see you woke up with a temper, but I know a few things to curb it.”
She gasps, but that can’t hide the flush covering her features or her pupils dilating.
