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I yank back on the strap. Gucci Girl loses her balance, falling into me. I shove her forward, using her body to close the bedroom door before pinning her against it.
She yelps in pain, the bag thumping to the floor.
I sweep her hair away from her neck, wrapping it around my fist and using it to keep her face pressed to the door. My other hand reaches for her backpack. “So, you weren’t waiting for Liam,” I growl. “You werestealingfrom him.”
It’s the only thing that makes sense. Why she hid, why she held onto this bag, why I don’t recognize her. I know every girl Liam’s ever dated, especially the stalkers. It’s not by choice: every Royal got a dossier with their pictures on.
“Stealing?” She glares up at me with her blue eyes. “I wasn’tstealing.” Disgust drips from every word.
“Then you won’t mind if I take a look.” My voice is naturally deep, but I sound like a fucking psychopath right now. I can’t help it—it’s taking every ounce of my willpower not to push her onto the bed.
It’s the sweet, feminine scent of her hair. The way her throat moves when she swallows. Her quivering body so tight against mine.
Christ.
Just the sight of her has me salivating like a starving beast. But I was fooling myself into thinking I’d follow her in here and seduce her. I can’t have her any more than I can have Penny—or any other girl.
“You have no right to look in there.” Her voice wavers, then strengthens. Her glare sets off a chain reaction inside of me. My heart pounds, my jaw clenches, my cock aches.
“Show me what you took.”
“Nothing!”
I growl, bending to pick up her bag, but Gucci Girl decides she’s had enough of me pinning her to the door. She pushes against it, shoving into me so hard that I stagger back before I can catch my balance. She snatches up her bag and whips around, hesitating like she’s waiting for me to pounce on her again.
Huh.
We’ve only just met, but she already knows me. Already knows I can’t control myself. When I surge forward, I’m met with a ringing slap. My head jerks to the side, pain pulsing hotly through my cheek.
I let out a low, bitter laugh. “You have no fucking clue who I am, do you?”
Her glare says enough. She turns the door handle, moving carefully, anticipating more violence.
“You think I care?” Her words are laced with malice.
“If you had a shred of self-preservation, you would.”
There’s a glimmer in those bright blue eyes, but it’s not fear this time.
It’s anger.
“You think you’re the worst I’ve had to deal with?” she asks quietly, giving me a condescending scan. “You’re pathetic.”
The angry rumble that comes from deep in my chest makes the color drain from her face. She turns the handle, her movements frantic, but her gaze remains locked on me.
“I’m not done with you yet, girl.”
She turns and tries to slip out the door. I dart forward, aiming for her throat, but she slips out of my grasp. My fingers catch in her necklace, trapping her for a single breath. But the delicate chain snaps, and then she’s gone.
I’m left standing there scowling, with my dick tenting the front of my jeans, and the remnants of her flimsy necklace clutched in my fingers.
When I crush the necklace in my palm, something sharp bites into my flesh. I slowly uncurl my fingers and stare down at the tiny key.
I shove the charm into my pocket as I stare at the open door.
“Run, little lamb,” I grate out. “I’ve always enjoyed a good chase.”
