Page 4 of Possessive Mr. Pen

Electricity zaps through me as he flicks the tip of his tongue over the shell of my ear.All the oxygen disappears from the room.I can’t breathe.

He chuckles and slips his hand down until his long fingers rest along the upper swell of my ass.

Instinctual panic rips through me.I’ve held back for too long.Between secretly lusting over my boss for eight years and fending off every low-life with money who thinks he can cop a feel, the suggestive hand placement yanks me out of my passion-fueled haze.My sister’s face flashes through my mind’s eye.

I’m a piece of shit for not always keeping her in the forefront of my thoughts.

With a defiant twist of my head, I hide my ear behind my arm and glare into his eyes.

He’s too close.Too ruggedly handsome.Too striking.I pour all my anger into my stare, but speak in the cold, calculated manner he taught me.

“I can and will blame you,Mr.Pen.This is not consensual.Get off me.”

His weight disappears before I finish.I miss his warmth before it fully dissipates, but I use the agony in my shoulders to distract myself.

He grabs my chin.

I shove his chest.He doesn’t budge.My brain scrambles.

I know he visits the gym daily, but beyond organizing his schedule, I’ve purposefully avoided him during those times.Seeing him all sweaty with his muscles primed and his features twisted in glorious effort would be too much.Creaming myself on a gym bench would mortify me into an early grave.

I nearly do just that while standing in the hallway when he leans close enough his body heat seeps into my soaked front, reaches behind me, and slowly drags my zipper down my back, all while holding my chin and staring deep into my eyes.

Afraid I’ll spontaneously combust if I move, I stand like a mindless ditz with my hands on his chest and my gaze locked on his dazzling green eyes.This close, the vibrant shade shimmers with endless depth and shines as though lit from within.Such ethereal orbs don’t belong on such a heartless beast, but his crystal-clear irises somehow complete his sharp features and sleekly rugged appearance.Between his trimmed scruff, meticulous hairstyle, and the gold jewelry dripping from his ears, neck, wrists, and fingers, he’s too handsome and menacing to look away from.

If this were a movie, he’d be the perfect villain.Everyone would know what role he plays in the film the moment the camera panned to him.

“Who else saw you like this?”he asks.

For a moment, my brain refuses to process his words, but then I realize he means my wet dress plastered to my curves.My mouth dries and my pussy floods as the anger and jealousy in his tone seeps into my bones.

Goosebumps rise on my flesh.The sardonic tilt of his brow makes the fury shining in his intense emerald orbs all the more terrifying.I shake my head, but his grip on my chin limits the movement.

He leans impossibly closer and whispers in my ear.

“Who got you all wet, Hilary?”

My breath stutters.I bite back the wordyoubefore it escapes my mouth and instead breathe a lame, “I did.”

His lips tilt in the dirtiest smirk I’ve ever seen.

“I spilled my drink.It was an accident,” I insist.

He scoffs and gives his head a tiny shake.

“You spilled two drinks.Neither were accidents.Who were you saving this time?”

I struggle to follow along until he dips his hand and begins inching my skirt up against my thigh.A glance down reveals splatters of red on the fabric, but the sight of his long, knowledgeable fingers amidst the silky fabric is too much.

He’s too close.

I drop, twist, and leverage my ass against the wall to bury my shoulder in his ribs and push my way past him.He grunts and rubs his side as I stop at the end of the hall with my hand on the doorknob to the master bedroom where I had the concierge stash the extra clothes.

Needing him as off kilter as I feel, I angle my body so his view of my profile includes both my drenched bosom and my exposed back.Even before I say my next words, I regret letting them pass my lips, but the darkening of his expression proves worth it.

“The entire party saw me.Just.Like.This.”

I pivot and gesture to my front as I step into the bedroom, offering him an unimpeded line of sight to my breasts.The wet fabric clearly shows my hard nipples through my bra and bodice.