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And I refuse to be collateral damage.
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I struggle against him, trying to headbutt him, but he easily moves out of the way.
“Do you consider me a joke?”
“A joke,” he repeats slowly, keeping his merciless hold on my wrists.
“Or am I a conquest? A war you need to win.”
“A war is a fucking child’s play compared to you, princess.”
“How many girls have you told that? Does that include Nicole? You know with her taking care of the captain and all that.”
His lips curve into a wolfish smirk. Damn him and how unreal he looks. “Why are you so upset, princess?”
“I'm not.”
"Are you perhaps jealous?"
“Screw. You.”
And screw Nicole and screw my heart for ever thumping for this bastard.
He pushes his pelvis into the space where my T-shirt meets my skirt. Something hard and thick presses at the bottom of my stomach through his jeans.
I can’t help the shudder that draws down my spine.
“Do you feel that, princess? There’s nothing more I want to do than to spread your legs and fuck you raw.”
His dirty words elicit a tightening at the pit of my stomach. It’s like a flashback from that night and I’m hardly stopping myself from rubbing all over him.
Then I recall, a certain blondie has been rubbing all over him not so long ago.
I bite my lower lip until I almost draw blood. “Nicole’s sloppy seconds aren’t on my to-do list.”
“Fuck Nicole. Fuck everyone. None of them matter.”
“And I do?” I scoff.
“You do.”
He pauses as if he surprised himself. His posture turns tense and we watch each other for a second too long as if we need to soak in the moment.
I’m the first who pulls myself out of the trance. “Leave me alone, King.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.”
He releases my wrists and grabs me by the hips. His hands are large and strong around my petite frame as he lifts me with ease.
I yelp as he sits me on the desk. He slaps my legs apart. The denim skirt stretches with the motion as he settles between my parted thighs.
Tiny shivers break on my skin and down my back.
“Do you know who I thought about when Nicole was between my legs.”
“I don’t want to know.”
