“Let me guess, you’re going to fuck the attitude right out of me, huh? Is that what all the boys are saying these days?” I laughed at his obnoxious confidence.
“That depends. Is that what you want?” Lucas arched his brow, his eyes scanning me like the nutrition label of a cereal box. “I mean, I’m more than happy to oblige—ignoring the fact that you just tried to insult me by calling me aboy.” He added with a mocking tone before grinding his hips into me so I could feel every inch of his hard length through our clothes. “Whatever my girl needs to make her relaxed and less prone to hit me, I’ll give it to her. Although I kind of like this side of you, very… Quentin Tarantino.”
“You’re so cliché and un-fucking-believable.” My voice trembled as my resistance wavered, giving in to the demand of my body.
“Keep going… Let it all out like I’m your verbal punching bag, princess.”
“Typical alphahole...” I spoke through my tightly clenched jaw.
“I’m still not hearing ‘no’…” Lucas sang as he seductively bit the side of his bottom lip, eyes dropping between us.
“Is she ready to fuck or fight?” Levi interrupted with a lilt tone from across the hall, and I lost my ability to breathe. I didn’t even hear his door open through the blood pounding in my ears, but lo and behold, there he was, smugly watching Lucas and me as he leaned with his forearm pressed against the door frame, and a hand resting on his hip.
“What’ll it be, princess? Remember to use your words.” Lucas smirked, a wildfire of carnal craving blazing in his eyes.
Well… fuck me…
