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“Last night, you sold me to some old man. You didn’t care about me then. I wasn’t yours then. What could have changed since last night? I won’t go with you only to be re-sold to someone worse.”
I grind into her, relearning how the curves of her body fit to mine, my cock already growing hard, despite the urge to set this place on fire with my bastard brother inside it.
“No. You belong to me, and only to me, from this day forward. I was wrong to think I could give you up. Wrong to think that this was merely revenge. No one else will look at you.” I trace the swell of her breasts under the T-shirt, which is pulled tight between us. “No one else will touch you.” She wriggles underneath me as I map the pretty little cupid’s bow of her full lips with my fingers. “No one else will even so much as say your name, or I’ll kill them and fuck you in a puddle of their blood just to prove how much you’re mine.”
Her chest presses up against me, even as she tries to wiggle out of my hold. “Why are you doing this? Just let me go home, please.”
“I’ll take you home, stellina. To our home.”
Celia snarls her pretty lips. “You know that’s not what I mean. I want to go to my own home. I want to get as far away from both of you assholes as I can get.”
I draw my nose up the column of her neck, breathing her in. Despite her activities, a faint floral aroma clings to her skin. I want to taste her, rip her clothes off and rub against her, to imprint my scent on her. I want to mark her, so everyone knows she belongs to me and only me. “Stop squirming. I’m two seconds away from ripping your clothes off because he gave them to you. Another man put them on you, brother or not.”
She shoves at my chest, as if her meager attempts at freedom will dislodge me. “He didn’t help me put them on. I got dressed all on my own, like a big girl,” she mocks.
Any other day, and I might punish her for giving me such sass, but right now, all I can think about is her body under mine and how good it will feel when I sink inside her wet heat. I’ll be her first and last. She continues struggling against me, and every little squirm makes my cock grow harder. I don’t bother hiding it. Instead, I grind against her core, using her to bring me back from the brink of anger.
“Mmm, you feel so good, stellina. Even better than I remember,” I whisper into the shell of her ear.
Again, she tries to shove me off, but this time, I capture her wrists and pin them to the floor near her head.
Lucas moans behind me. The stubborn fucker is trying to get up. He won’t be getting off this floor until I walk out the door with Celia in my arms. Not if I have anything to say about it.
Celia draws my attention back to her as she bucks her hips up to get free, and I only chuckle against her mouth. “Oh, I wouldn’t do that if you want to walk out of here with your clothes on. I told you, I’m seconds away from ripping every stitch from your body. Don’t tempt me because we both know I would do it.”
“Fuck you,” she growls into my face as she slips from my grasp.
I don’t let her get away. I chase her back to the floor and capture her lips against mine. Taking her mouth in a hard kiss, I slip my tongue against the seam of her mouth, and even as angry as she is with me, a flame of fire burning in my hands, she opens to me.
She nips at my tongue, her brown eyes blazing, and I lift my head to glare down at her. “Bite me again, and we’ll be playing a different game, princess, and surely one you will not win.”
When she settles her head back to the floor, I lean in and run my lips over hers gently. This time she remains still, refusing to acknowledge me. It’s hard to play the ice queen when I can feel the heat of her body through the thin leggings she’s wearing.
“I hate you,” she sneers.
I slam her hands together above her head, so I can hold both in one of mine. Then I pinch her chin in my hold and search her face. “You don’t hate me, and lying about it won’t help your situation. You hate how much you want me and how much I remind you of it.”
“I do hate you,” she says, this time, screaming it inches from my face.
