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Reaching for her hair, I push her back, but she shakes her head away from my touch.
“That privilege is reserved only for you.”
“Aren’t you a fucking sweetheart.” She pouts her lips at me.
I go to bite at her lips, but she pulls away before I can make contact. Too bad it’s not far enough to keep me away. “I can be yours, sweetheart, if you want to wrap those naughty lips around my cock.” I thrust my hips, and she looks at me in disgust.
“That’s never happening again.” She doesn’t move when she says it.
“Are you so sure?” I argue back. Her face goes red, and her temper’s now flaring.
“Positive. It was a mistake the first time. One I’m not willing to make again.” I can see the defiance, but I can also see the want.
“Are you sure about that? Can you look me in the eye and say I wasn’t the best fuck you’ve ever had?”
“You most certainly were not.” I smirk at her words.
“Lies,” I say back to her.
“I was actually thinking of going out now to get laid. Since we discussed this and I now know you’re doing that, I might as well and we aren’t married yet.” Her eyebrows bounce up and down at the tease.
“No, you won’t. You will not be going anywhere to fuck anyone.”
“Try to stop me, you asshole.” She pushes against me to move, but I don’t. All she does in the process is rub her sweet little body all over mine, making me want her even more.
She notices a minute too late, and before I can stop myself, I reach for her hair, pulling it and bringing her face closer to mine. My lips touch hers, and I remember exactly how she tastes. Fucking sweet. Sweet as the most delicious cherry.
Her lips don’t move at first, until I press my body into hers a little harder. Then she gives in, her mouth opens, and I take full advantage. My tongue slides into hers, and just as I pull our bodies closer, she does the unthinkable.
She fucking bites my tongue until I taste the metallic tang of blood.
Pulling back, she smiles. There’s a touch of blood on the side of her mouth.
“You think you can have what doesn’t belong to you just because you have money?” she asks. Lottie steps away from me as I wipe my mouth.
“You bit me.”
“I did. And I won’t hesitate to do the same if you try that shit again.” She quickly walks to the elevators, and I do nothing to stop her.
“I’m going to make you beg, Bunny. And I’m going to fucking enjoy it.”
“Hey, Whiskey…” She flips me off, keeping it in the air as the elevator doors open. “Sit on this and rotate, asshole.” Then she walks into the elevator with a smile so evil, if I didn’t know better, I’d say I will need to watch out for her.
Lucky for me, a red stop light has never stopped me, so why should a red-haired vixen do the same.
CHAPTER 15
LOTTIE
The fucking nerve of him. Honestly, how dare he? Who does he think he is? Kissing me as if he has my permission to do so. My anger has reached an all-new level of boiling point. Driving back to where I now live, much to my disgust, I walk directly into the house and beeline it straight for his bedroom. Pushing the door open, I notice the bed is made and everything’s in order. If he thinks he can treat me any way he pleases, he’s wrong.
I’m not his puppet.
And I’m definitely not his Bunny.
Walking over to his surround sound system, I play the last song he listened to. I turn it as loud as it can go before I kick off my heels and walk over to his closet. Opening it, I see all his perfect suits hanging one by one, side by side. The amount of money hanging here is ridiculous, Armani, Gucci, who even needs this much money hanging from their closet? I start pulling every drawer open. Then I empty the contents onto the floor, dropping each one as I go. A pair of scissors drop to the floor, and I pick them up. Oh, I have an idea. If he thinks he can fuck with me, it’s only lady like that I return the favor. Stepping back to his closet, I start tearing up each and every one of his perfectly lined up suits until they fall to pieces on the floor. Then I reach for everything that’s high, pulling that down so as to make a complete and utter mess of his perfect little piece of solitude.
He deserves this.
