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“He better be, kitten, because no one gets a taste of what’s mine. I’ve got perseverance, babe, and I’m not letting you walk out of my life again. It was the worst mistake I made. The guys couldn’t stand my moping ass while you were gone.” He chuckles, running his thumb over my bottom lip.
“You can’t keep me prisoner like you did before,” I warn.
He swirls me around again and pushes me against the wall, knocking the wind out of my chest. “You say you were my prisoner, but you never were. You owned me the moment you walked into my joint,” he says, his voice low and angry.
“I didn’t, we weren’t equals,” I tell him, trying to untangle my fingers from his.
“Would I have asked you to sleep next to me, and meet my brothers, if I didn’t want you to stay?” he asks, his voice hard, while he forces down his pants.
My hands are spread out above my head, and my dress has slipped down a little, revealing my lace black bra. The bastard has the perfect view of my tits and underwear. Looking down, I swallow back the lump forming in my throat. He’s hard already, the only thing standing between me and his hard dick are his boxers stretched tight over his impressive shaft. I lean back against the wall, remembering what he felt like when he disappeared inside me. I hate him for tossing me aside like I meant nothing and now he wants me back. Fat chance, buddy, not until he confesses the things that will make me stay, I won’t settle for anything less.
“You didn’t have to pay the debt, I was handling it. I could have gotten a loan. With my paintings taking flight and the commissions, I could have paid it off in a couple of years.”
He lets out an evil laugh and lets go of my hands. “With those one or three paintings you sold tonight?”
That’s it, fucker. I hit him hard across the face. The slap echoes through the space, and when his head snaps to the right, his long, dark hair falling in front of his line of sight, I gasp. He runs a hand over his mouth and then his hair, and I suck in a breath. Holy fuck, what did I do? The bad boy lopsided grin is back like the first night I met him, as he slowly turns his face back to me.
“I’m glad to see my kitten still has all her claws,” he says, his voice dark and rough.
He strips me from my leather jacket and pulls my dress down, tearing the flimsy silk while he does it. “Mine,” he says, so low I can barely hear it.
“Fuck you,” I bite out, pushing at his chest. He grabs both my hands and guides them high above my head again and steps between my trembling legs.
“There’s an idea, baby,” he drawls, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“I’m not your baby,” I growl out, grinding myself against his leg.
He yanks his boxers down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. “This is what you do to me,” he states as I watch him stroke his length and run his thumb over the precum before trailing it over my bottom lip, forcing his thumb in my mouth. His salty taste hits my tongue, and I betray myself when a moan slips from my lips. I’m not going to admit I secretly like this side of him, the unpredictable parts where everything can happen. Not knowing which mask he pulls over his face before he fucks me good until I can’t breathe.
I might not be able to walk tomorrow, but I also want to see how far I can make him go until he takes what he wants. Can he love me, or is this nothing but lust for him? And will I ever truly know? I’m an addiction like the liquor he consumes, the territory he conquers. I’m a rush, nothing more, like the money he wants to amass and the empire he’s building with his brothers.
My chest is heaving while he runs the thumb that was in my mouth between my breasts and down to my throbbing pussy. And I’m wet. If he pushes his fingers between my thighs, he’ll know I’ve been lying to him, to myself. I can’t walk away, I love the son of a bitch.
He kicks my legs apart, and I moan while he presses his body against mine, his lips an inch from my own parted ones. I hate I still want him, every dark and brooding part. I hated how closed off he could be, how demanding, but I also loved it when he held me in his arms, when he kissed my forehead and whispered in my ear he wasn’t letting me go. Well, he did, and I’m not a girl who says thank you for taking care of everything and rescuing me.
“You didn’t need to swoop in and save me.”
He growls out my name as a warning. “I needed to fix your mess.”
“No, it was my mess, mine,” I tell him, pressing my finger against his hard pecs. “I didn’t need you then and I don’t need you now. I’m not some damsel in distress you need to save.”
“Storm,” he warns, towering over me.
“For your information, Minki, I sold all the pieces. I would have paid the debt, I didn’t need you.”
He slams his hands against the wall next to my head. “That’s why you came into my club and started to count cards, because you were handling it? You screwed up, babe, but you became my responsibility the moment I tasted you.”
“Is this the only thing you want from me?” I bite out.
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not going to be some piece of art in your too big apartment you look at once in a while, I need more.”
He swears in Korean. “What do you want from me, kitten?”
“If you have to ask that, then this,” I tell him, motioning between us. “Is not ever happening.”
“Oh, it is happening, I’m not letting anyone have you. You were mine the moment my eyes landed on you.”
