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She glares at me. “Nothing. I have to go. I’ve got better things to do with my time.”
She tries to brush past me, but I grab her wrist, stopping her, forcing her to look at me. “Stop walking away from me every time I try to talk to you.”
“Get your hand off me, Wolfe.” Her words are a hiss.
The way her mouth forms my name, the defiance in her eyes, makes the grip on my leash loosen and I can’t help but want to discipline her.
And so I do.
With a snap of my wrist, I pull her towards me so quickly that she barely has time to react, planting my mouth on hers in a punishing kiss that has her stiffening. The smell of that soft jasmine perfume wafts towards me as I both abuse her mouth and worship it at the same time, teaching her what pain and pleasure are. Despite her anger, her mouth softens under mine; my blood heats up at the way she lets slip that quiet moan of desperation as I use my mouth on her, disciplining her, feeding my hunger for her.
I don’t give her a chance to retaliate though.
Pulling away, my hands go to her neck, holding her in place so that our eyes meet, and I don’t hide the cold fury in my eyes. “You’re the farthest thing from discardable, Eve Taylor.”
Her hands are on my wrists and to my credit, I don’t wince when she digs her nails in. “You have three seconds to let me go before I knee you in the crotch.”
The fact that her breathing is hard and there is a harsh desire in her eyes doesn’t escape my notice.
Eve can deny it all she wants, but she craves my touch.
Just as I do hers.
I release her, but my eyes move over her form, confusion in my mind. She is violent, foul-mouthed, and she makes it clear that she wants nothing to do with me. But the more she fights against me, the more I want her.
I want her under me.
I want her begging me for my cock.
But more than that, I want to dominate her.
There is something so rebellious about Eve that my darker nature craves her. It wants to tame her, make her mine. She always had this ability to soothe the darkness in my soul. I crave the light that she is.
The woman that I remember always had a smile for everyone and a snarky comment to make even the gloomiest of men laugh. A terrifying temper and a kind word, Eve was always a complex woman. You never know what to expect from her.
“Next time you put your mouth where it’s not wanted, I’m shoving my foot up your ass,” she warns me, her twang thick as molasses. She gives me a warning look. “And it’s going to hurt.”
“I’ll take my chances,” I raise a brow, helpless against my vivid imagination of Eve trying to tackle me in an attempt to do so and failing utterly as I overpower her and then drive her half-mad with my hands and mouth.
She scowls at me, and I can see that she is still trying to hold on to her temper and I wonder how far I will have to push for her to let go of this tight grip she has on herself.
She adjusts her purse and then tosses her braid over her shoulder. “I’m not going to play your games. I don’t know what the hell you want, but I’m not crawling into bed with you just to scratch your itch.”
Her words are harsh, her tone flat, and I know I succeeded in angering her at least.
“I don’t just want you in my bed, Eve,” I say, simply. “I want more than that.”
She bats her eyelashes at me, mockingly. “Well, I guess I should thank you for bestowing such an honor on me.”
My lips thin.
This woman takes infuriating to a whole new level.
However, if it comes to a game of waiting, I have patience in spades.
“Forget it.” Her pretty eyes flash at me. “Go get your dick wet elsewhere.”
I wince at the vulgar phrase, but before I can say anything, a car rolls up in the empty parking lot.
