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“Fuck face,” I mutter, scowling.
“You’re itching to start another fight. I’m just taking the momentum out of it.”
“Correction: I didn’t start the first fight. I have a right to stand up for myself.”
I push my palms into the mattress, ready to spring up and get around him, but he bolts the door before I can even blink.
“Am I your prisoner now?” I huff.
“You’re a danger to yourself. I have a bathroom where you can freshen up. Once your shit is delivered and you’ve calmed down, we’ll see about visitation rights.”
I give him the middle finger. “Fuck you.”
He folds his arms over his chest and laughs. “Is that a challenge?”
I snort. “Do you really think you can handle me, pretty boy? I’m not like the little minions and butt sluts you have running around here ready to kiss your feet on every whim.”
Butt sluts. Man, I crack myself up.
“That’s a pity. A little foot-kissing is a turn on.”
I scrunch my nose. “That’s disgusting.”
He points at me. “The trouble with you is you always have too much to say for yourself. You think because you’re the Enforcer in Saddle that it somehow gives you cause to go around getting into brawls with bad people and wreaking havoc? Messes I have to clean up.” I don’t like the way he uses his fingers to enunciate “Enforcer” like he’s not taking me seriously.
This time, I do push off the bed. Standing in front of him, I ignore his jibes. “Let me go.”
“No.”
“Let me go, or I swear—”
He folds his arms over his chest. “You’ll do what?”
“You know what they say about the bigger the guy, the harder they fall?”
“Nope.” He doesn’t move a muscle, like he’s some big fucking troll on the bridge and won’t let me pass. “Haven’t heard that one before. I have heard the bigger they are, the larger his dick is, though.”
I roll my eyes. “And there we have it. Always referencing your quivering member.”
He snorts a laugh. “You been readin’ those romance books again, cupcake?”
“Fuck you, Alex. I’ll scream.”
He edges closer, and my heart skips a beat. “People are used to screams comin’ out of this room. It won’t be anythin’ they haven’t heard before.”
The thought of him kneeling between my legs almost makes me lie back and spread ’em. But I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how turned on I am. That would be a huge mistake.
“Aren’t we just full of optimism?”
“Nope, but I eat pussy like I eat a peach.”
Why do images of him eating said peach spring to mind, the juice rolling down his chin as he sucks on the ripe flesh… Holy cannoli. I need a damn lobotomy.
Not many things render me speechless, but his grin has me widening my eyes.
Sin knows he has me thinking about it, but I do what I always do and make a joke out of it.
“Right, are you sure you don’t need a map to find the glory hole? Because most men can’t locate the clit, and the G-spot seems to be so impossible to find they make sex toys for it.”
