Page 72 of Wicked Lord

Her chin lifted, eyebrow arching. “So you admit it? You were the creep in the ski mask?”

“I admit to nothing.” A menacing laugh slipped out as I attempted to ignore the curves of her tits pressing against my bare chest. “You need to leave before I do something I’ll regret.”

“Is that a threat, Vanderhart?” Lorelei tried to shove me off, her palms burning into my flesh, but I didn’t move an inch. “I don’t do well with threats. I’m not your typical airhead debutant that will cower under some prick’s command.”

Damn it to hell. That smart little mouth of hers had me dying to shut her up with my tongue down her throat.

Fuck! I’m losing my mind.

“It’s a warning, blondie.” I licked my lips as all rational thought drifted out of my head, replaced with ones of her moaning beneath me on my bed.

Instead of backing down, Lorelei’s lids lowered, and her hips tilted into mine, finding the thick, heavy erection between my legs. She swallowed hard and simply stared, a silent war raging between us.

Would she let this go or keep pushing her luck?

“Since you refuse to tell me what’s going on, I’ll find Micah. After he spills everything, I’ll be able to piece together the truth without you.”

Wrong choice, blondie.

She slipped out of my hold and marched across the room. But just as she yanked the door open, I converged on her and slammed it shut.

“You’re not going anywhere.” As I whipped her around and trapped her against the door, planting my hands on either side of her head, she let out a squeak of surprise. The sound sent blood rushing to my dick. “Not until you back down from this.”

Lorelei’s shock quickly wore off, and her expression darkened like she had every intention of kicking my ass.

As if she could.

A smirk pulled at my mouth.

My refusal to take her seriously apparently hit a nerve. She drove her fist into my sternum with a hollow thunk, and then her cute little whine followed.

“Ouch!” She shook her hand, gritting her teeth. “Why are you so hard?”

“Because you’re so damn sexy, blondie.” I just couldn’t help myself. I grabbed her wrist and brushed my lips over her red knuckles. “That’s what you get for hitting me.”

Her pout wasn’t helping ease my now raging erection either. “Next time, I’ll use a bat.”

“I’ll break the bat.” I leaned into her, unable to stop myself from pressing her into the door, reveling in all her soft curves meeting my hard muscles.

Lorelei’s mouth parted, her breaths quickening. “What are you doing, Axel? Get off me before?—”

I ran my free hand down her side and slipped it beneath her skirt, caressing her inner thigh. “You liked it when I had you trapped against me, beneath the cover of trees.”

Her nipples tightened beneath her shirt as a fine sheen of sweat shone on her cleavage. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Stubborn to a fault.

She wanted me to admit to being the guy behind the mask while also denying the encounter had turned her on.

“Now who’s lying?”

“I’m not.” Her teeth snagged her bottom lip like she was trying to bite back the truth. “I’m not some depraved whore who’s into being chased and attacked by masked men.”

My brow arched at the lie curling around each syllable. “Oh, yeah? It didn’t make you wet, blondie? I bet your panties are still damp from it.” She didn’t stop my hand from going higher andrunning my finger over the soaked material of her lace thong. “Mmm. Just like a thought.”

“Maybe I am a little screwed up in the head, Ax, but I’m obviously not the only one.” Her head fell back, her body arching from the door and brushing against mine “You seemed to enjoy it, too.”

I very much did. Just like I was enjoying watching the lust build in her gaze right now.