Page 128 of Inflict

A smart man—a frightened man—would have turned tail, and run from the angry woman in his kitchen, knowing he’d pushed her too far and he wasn’t going to get anything good from her tonight. Connor was apparently neither of those things, and he was going to blame that on his damn heritage, too.

A stubborn bastard, of course.

“Did you just throw a pan at me?” Connor asked.

Evelyn spluttered in her anger before spitting out, “You called me a child and bitchy.”

“I said ‘pick one.’”

“And I picked one. A pan, I mean.”

“You could have killed me.”

“Probably not. I think your skull is too thick for that.”

“Now you’re just trying to piss me off,” Connor said, his jaw clenching.

“Is it working?”

“Throw another pan at me, lass, and I’ll paddle your arse until it’s good and red, and you’re begging to be allowed to apologize.”

That was his one warning.

He’d given it.

She could make of it what she wanted.

Evelyn’s gaze narrowed. “Is that a promise?”

“Don’t do it again, Evelyn.”

And now his feckin’ cock was hard, so feck this whole goddamn day right to hell. Figuring his warning was enough, Connor headed out of the kitchen without a look back. A cold shower was in his very near future to get his lust under control.

He hadn’t even gotten out of the entryway before she threw the second pan.

God save me, he thought.

Connor turned back around.

Evelyn’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open with an audible pop as Connor stalked toward her. “Wait—wait, what are you doing?”

“Oh, you know damn well what I am going to do, lass.”

“But, I …” Her gaze darted to the left, then up at the hanging rack of pans again, before jumping back to Connor like a frightened doe caught in headlights. “I didn’t mean it!”

“Liar, you did mean it. You even threw a second pan, just to show how much you meant it.”

“You were being mean!”

“Remember that when you’re stuffed full of my cock and your arse is red.” Heat colored Evelyn’s cheeks as Connor rounded the island. He smirked, adding, “And don’t pretend like that frightens you, we both know your cunt is probably soaking your knickers at the feckin’ thought.”

Standing only a foot away from him, Evelyn huffed, her glare as fierce as she could manage. “You’re an asshole.”

“Keep pretending like that bothers you, love. If it makes you feel better, I’ll even let you run a bit, try to keep some dignity in this whole thing. Just know that once I catch you, I’m going to drag your pretty arse back in this kitchen, and do exactly what I said I would.”

Evelyn scowled. “You—”

Connor tipped his head to the side. “Are you seriously going to argue with me, when we both know what you really want is to be bent over, with a stinging arse, and your cunt full of my cock? I mean, that was your point in throwing another pan, right? You wanted a reaction, now you feckin’ got it, lass.”