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Blood rushes through my veins.
Shechoked me out.
“You…” is all I can say.
“Welcome back, Mr. Chancellor,” she says and gives me a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, because those dark eyes are full of fucking mockery. It’s in her tone. The way she twists a strand of her hair between her fingers.
I take a step closer.
How long have I been out? Where is Droga? What is she still doing here?
Her gaze is locked with mine, and slowly, she puts her feet down.
Good. Because in a moment, I would’ve grabbed her by her ankles and dragged her out of my place.
“I was thinking about your words,” she says as I take one slow step toward her, then another, contemplating if I want to kill her or lock her up in my bedroom.
“I didn’t come here to sit in a bungalow and get ordered around, you know,” she says in a voice too authoritative for my liking. In a way, she is just like me, and it makes me uneasy.
“Where is Droga?” I say, trying to sound calm and taking another slow step toward her.
“You have plenty of work in the data center and lab. I could—”
“You will do whatever I tell you to do,” I cut in, biting my irritation. “Now, where are they?”
She purses her lips. “I am not going to be your little pet,” she says.
She is making demands now?
I take another step closer.
“If you brought me here,” she says, “then let me do something useful. I can help at the data center or—”
I lunge at her.
But as quickly, she jumps over the couch like a ninja, and stands on the other side of it, hands on the couch back.
That only makes me angrier.
“Wanna play, kitten? Too bad I don’t have fucking time for this.”
I jump onto the couch and over it as she darts across the room. But despite her trying to get away, there is nowhere to go.
I catch up with her in seconds and slam into her, pushing her against the wall, chest to chest. We pant against each other, her face so close that in some other circumstances, I would be kissing her, tearing her panties off, and splitting her in half with my cock.
My hands come up to the wall on each side of her head as our touching chests rise and fall in sync.
She smells like the ocean. Her eyes are blazing. And then her full lips curl into a tiny smirk.
I clench my jaw and tense, trying to keep my breathing under control. Her full breasts are pressed against my chest. Her neckline is low, showing a nice cleavage. But I don’t look down. My eyes never leave hers. Except, hers gaze at me with so much intensity that I shift my hips to make sure my sudden erection doesn’t press into her.
“I said, where are they?” I hiss, bringing my lips even closer, just an each from hers, her warm breath grazing my skin.
She tilts her chin up just a bit—half an inch away from a kiss. “Why don’t you let them go, Mr. Chancellor?” she whispers cockily. “What’s with the obsession?”
Mr. Chancellor.
Her words drip with sarcasm and deepen her smirk that I want to slap off her face with my cock.
