Page 59 of Anton

Instead of answering, his expression hardens. Then his fingers thread through mine and he leads me toward his bike while my mind scrambles to make sense of what he meant. When we stop in front of it, he continues to look at me like he’s discovering something for the first time.

“Get on the bike, printsessa.”

I’d prefer to get on top of you instead…

Grabbing his jaw, I rise on my toes, inching closer until barely any space remains between us. His lips hover a breath from mine. All it would take is the slightest movement to close the distance.

“Don’t call me a princess. I don’t like it.”

He growls, his teeth grinding. “Why not?”

He pushes me up against the cold metal, his cock already hard and pressing into my stomach.

“Because…” My tone drops as his fingers snake into my hair, fisting my strands. “It makes me feel fragile and weak.”

“And you’re not? I think you’re far more fragile than you pretend to be, Thora Whitlock.” His fingers trace the space between my breasts. “So delicate. So soft.” He continues lower, passing my navel before stopping at the button of my jeans. “I could break you so easily.”

God, I want him to.

“As long as you’re the one who puts me back together, I don’t care what you do to me.” I press my mouth to the corner of his.

A growl tears from him as his fist closes around my hair and tips my head back. He holds me there, the intensity between us growing almost unbearable.

He has to feel this. He can pretend we’re nothing all he wants, but we both know he’s lying.

“I’m not capable of putting anything back together.”

My lips twine to a half-smile, my palm clasping his cheek. “You’re always selling yourself short.”

“Or maybe you see something in me that just doesn’t exist.”

“I see everything you are. Everything you refuse to see. And I won’t stop, no matter how badly you want me to.”

“And what do you see, exactly?” His heated eyes narrow.

“I think you’re so busy trying to convince yourself that you’re a monster, but you’re not. There’s good in you, Anton.”

He chuckles right before constricting his grasp on my hair. “Where?”

“Here.” I place a palm on the center of his chest.

He stares at my touch, exhaling deep before the switch flips and something darker takes over.

“You can’t find what doesn’t exist.” He flips me around and yanks my head back, bowing my body against his as his mouth lowers to my ear. “Maybe I should show you who I really am.”

“Do it. If fucking me this way helps you pretend you don’t have a heart, then do it. But it won’t erase the truth, no matter how hard you try.”

“We’ll see which one of us is right.”

His palm cracks against my ass, making me yelp and bite down on my lower lip. He reaches around to unbutton my jeans and drags the zipper down before slipping his hand beneath my panties. His thumb fondles my clit while his mouth closes over my earlobe, sucking and grazing it with his teeth as he draws out each moan.

When he yanks my pants to my knees, I feel exposed, gazing around even though I know we’re alone here.

“Getting shy?” He sinks two fingers inside me, and the delicious fullness wipes away anything else.

“Have you ever done this before?”

He stills at my question, his muscles locking behind me. “Done what?”