Page 39 of Possessive Mr. Pen

“After you, Mr.Pen,” she says.

Still on the phone with nine-one-one, she follows me into the elevator and presses the floor to the lobby.With all my attention on her, I forget my aloof boss persona until the doors open and the security guard gives me an odd look.I straighten up and don my professional mask as I climb into the ambulance.

When Hilary ends the call and thanks the paramedics as though she intends to stride back into the office building, I lean around the man strapping my legs to the gurney.

“Get in, Ms.Winthrop,” I demand with a pointed glance at the seat near my head.

After looking askance at the paramedic and getting a nod, she climbs in and takes her seat.I weave my fingers through hers and refuse to let go.She sighs and angles her long legs to the side to make more room for the first responders as they check my vitals and run through their checklist.

After a quick, bumpy ride to the hospital and a terrifying gurney ride down the hall, the guy unstraps my legs and offers to help me move to the hospital bed.

An animalistic growl builds in my chest.

“He can manage,” Hilary says as she senses my impending response.

Despite my tight grip on her hand, she neither complains nor pulls away.

A team of people rushes in, confirm I’m not in immediate danger, order tests, demand I change into a gown, then disappears.

“I’m not wearing that,” I snarl.

Hilary pats my forearm before hooking her finger behind the top button on my shirt and tugging me toward her.

“I know you’re an asshole, but you aren’t usually childish like this.Let me guess, trauma?”

I scowl even as I salivate in awe as she slips into bitch mode.She somehow knows this is exactly what I need.The concern lurking in her eyes proves her flippant attitude is purely for my benefit.

With every demeaning word, she works her hand further down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt while maintaining eye contact.

She unlocks fantasies I didn’t even know I had as she takes control.

“The big bad wolf can take a beating, but a trip to the hospital makes him tuck tail like a coward?Get over it and treat the medical professionals with respect.”

The urge to rebel rises, but she presses her finger against my lips and squeezes our joined hands.

“You will tell me everything.A king cannot win if he keeps secrets from his queen.”

By her tone and the unyielding intensity in her dark brown eyes, her message is clear: She will do everything in her power to sabotage my plans if I withhold information from her.She demands to be an equal partner in my plot for revenge.If I cannot respect her enough to give her the information she needs to succeed, I will become her enemy number one and she will annihilate me.

Wicked delight blooms in my depths.I smirk and flick the tip of my tongue over her finger.Her swift inhale tightens my balls.

“Quit that,” she admonishes before pulling her hand away.

Good god, there isn’t a submissive bone in my body unless she’s around.I’ll do anything for a taste of her.

She slips my shirt off my shoulders and guides the fabric off my arms.I can’t take my eyes off her face even when several people enter the room.When she finishes folding my shirt and setting it beside me on the bed, she meets my stare and quirks an amused brow.

“Answer the question, Mr.Pen,” she says.

I swear I didn’t hear anyone speak, but I refuse to look away from Hilary unless I’m touching her, so I hold out my hand in demand.She places hers on top.I weave our fingers together and scan the room.

The nurse gives Hilary a nasty side-eye and asks her to leave.I tighten my grip.

“She stays,” I snarl.

Hilary lifts her brows in warning at my curtness.

The nurse huffs, shifts closer, and asks if I suffer from domestic violence, clearly implying it’s from my warrior queen.