Chapter 11 #3
My smirk only pisses her off, blistering contempt snagging her features.
“Uncuff me and get the fuck out of here.”
I place the toy on her nightstand. “I know you’re used to telling people what to do, expecting them to listen.”
I drop my face close to hers a second time, my lips fledging across her ear. Her breath hitches.
“But I’m not your boy-toy, Red. So I’m going to go take my hot shower, and when I’m done, I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
I right myself, starting to undo the buttons of my suit jacket, shrugging it off before placing it on the edge of her bed. My fingers lower to my belt and I begin to remove it, the clinking reverberating through the room as she watches me, unable to take her eyes off my movements.
The shirt comes next, the pants and boxers following, until I’m completely bare. My cock is thick and heavy, and her eyes definitely don’t miss that.
“Like what you see, bambina?”
“No,” she snarls.
“I think you do.” I fist myself, stroking nice and slow. “I think you like it a little too much.”
“I bet you don’t even last long.” Her tongue swipes across her lips, her eyes bouncing between me and my dick.
“Oh, baby, you didn’t just say that.” In one quick step, I’m right beside her, my hand snapping around her nape, tugging her hair back and forcing her to look up. “Just for that, I’m gonna fuck you for hours until your body can’t physically come anymore.”
“That’s not even possible,” she challenges with a glint in her eyes.
“I’ll make it possible.”
Her exhales ravage faster, her chest climbing higher and higher, and goddamn, I have every urge to rip that dress to shreds and fuck every inch of her.
“Now…” I drop my hand to my side. “I’m going to go get clean, and I expect you to stay here and not cause trouble. Think you can manage that?”
“Go fuck yourself,” she grates.
“I think I will, thinking about you.” I take a lazy stroll down her figure. “At least in my fantasies, you’re looking at me like you like me and not like I’m Satan.”
She flips me off while I chuckle, turning to head out into the living room and finding the door to the bathroom.
Stepping inside, I turn on the water, letting steam fill the room.
The scorching drops run down my body when I walk in, washing away the invisible grime on me from someone I killed tonight.
Minutes later, the sound of a bang and then another loud crack swells through the room.
What the hell?
I quickly shut off the water and grab a towel from the stand beside me. Drying myself with one, I take another to wrap around my hips. I’m out in seconds, marching back to the bedroom, wanting to make sure she’s okay.
But when I return, I don’t see her at all, and that pole she was attached to? It’s missing.
“Shit.”
Before I can go searching, her roar registers behind me, and she’s lunging forward with that missing pole. Anger seeps through her features as the metal reaches inches from my face.
I grab it and twist, but she jumps in the air and kicks me right on the side of my face.
“Holy hell, woman!”
I grow dizzy, and she takes that second and punches me hard in the jaw, pushing me onto the floor. With a grumble, she settles on top of me, the handcuffs still dangling from her wrist, the pole in her grasp edging toward my throat.
“I told you I’d kill you,” she fires, an angry flush staining her cheeks.
But my blood only grows warm. The way I want her…
It must be a sickness, her poison running free into my veins, because in this moment, staring up at her, all I want is to know her.
Every bit of her. What makes her laugh. What makes her cry.
What I can do to take away the hurt I can see so clearly in the veil of her gaze.
Gently, I reach up a hand, my knuckles caressing down her cheek. “It’s okay, Red. Go ahead. If you’re the last thing I get to see before I die, I’ll die happy.”
She gapes at me, then gets angry. The shift is instant.
“Fight me!”
“No.” I gently shake my head.
She drives the pole deeper into the side of my neck until it hurts.
“You asshole.” She grinds her teeth. “Fight me!”
My hand slides up the back of her head, the pads of my fingers burrowing deeper. “I don’t want to hurt you, bambina.”
“You won’t.” She snickers. “I’ve taken on worse than you.”
“Maybe.” My lips slowly bend up, raw emotions overtaking me as I hold her cheek in my palm. “But I don’t want to be one of them.”
Her unsteady breathing intensifies. “You’re so infuriating.”
Her brows knit together, her gaze washing over my face until it falls to my mouth.
“You have that effect on me too,” I whisper, realizing my towel had fallen off, my cock hard beneath her and I know she feels it too.
“I hate you,” she breathes, the pole falling from her grasp and landing with a loud clank against the wooden floor.
My fingers wind into her hair. “Then hate me, baby.”
Her palms drop to the sides of my neck, her chest lowering to mine. “This doesn’t mean anything.”
Then she kisses me.
And I realize that all the other times I’ve been kissed before didn’t mean a damn thing.