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“You and your threats, Alastair.” I shook my head with a laugh. “No one takes it seriously.”
He was up in a flash, his hands on my shoulders slamming me against the door. My head cracked against the wood and I winced at the impact. He pressed his body into me, his breath on my cheek as he said through clenched teeth, “Is that right, littlevixen?”
Chapter 26
Alastair
Roseletoutaslight whimper, so soft I would have missed it if my body had not been tuned to hers. Every cell in my body cried out to her, and she responded in kind.
“You don’t take me seriously?” I asked, hovering over her, leaning in and feeling her smooth black hair against my cheek. I leaned back and put my forehead to hers. From this view, I could look down and see her beautiful breasts down her neckline. These baggy clothes might obscure her body from the world, but I had memorized every single detail of her body.
She wouldn’t answer me. I didn’t expect her to. The scent of her arousal and the slight clenching of her thighs were answer enough.
With the back of one finger, I traced her jawline. She quivered. I smirked, satisfied with her response.
I traced the finger down her neck, along the canal of her clavicle, to the hard lines of the muscle above her breasts that rose and fell with her deep breaths.
“You don’t take my threats seriously?” I whispered. It was a question, yes. But it was also a challenge. Another tug in this war we had between us. “How about this little threat?” I said, and she swallowed. Her throat bobbing as she tried to keep that beautiful body of hers perfectly still. “If you let anyone touch this body,” I placed a small kiss on her throat. “I will hunt you down and mark you until everyone knows you’re mine.” My voice became raspy, and the repressed anger I had, the darkness I never allowed to break free, made my hands tremble. “I’ll carve my name into your skin if I have to.”
She gasped, and I could see her body pressing harder into the door in a futile attempt to create space between us. But the time for space was long over. I was making a home for myself inside her, until my voice lived in her mind, and her body sang only for me.
“In fact,” I said, my finger still lightly tracing the skin above her neckline. “I think I’ll do that now.”
Her eyes widened with terror, and it turned me on. I didn’t want to examine why that was. I didn’t want to know why I felt that way towards her. These carnal urges that her fight, and her fear, aroused.
I bent down, jamming my shoulder into her abdomen and lifting her over my shoulder. Grabbing the back of her thighs, I felt her squirming and kicking to get out of my hold.
That’s right, little vixen, let that fighter out of her cage.
I flipped her onto the sofa that I had occupied, and she bounced with the impact.
Before she could get her bearings, I slipped between her thighs, holding her knees to the side. It would be perfect if it wasn’t for these fucking knee-high boots and jeans. I wanted to rip her clothes off of her and I almost did, except for a small voice in the back of my head reminding me that she’d need to walk out of here, and the idea of anyone seeing her in the disheveled state made me want to break things.
I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. They caught on the plumpest part of her hips, and I pulled harder, knowing that I might leave bruises. She moaned, trying to push my hands off of her. Her lack of surrender lit a fire in me, and I needed her to know that she was mine, whether she accepted it or not.
I saw the jut of her hipbone and brought my teeth down, tearing at the skin just shy of drawing blood. I sucked on the flesh to drive the point home. She tried to push my head away, but the gloves were off now. I was done playing games. I was done tap dancing around the inevitable.
I reached up and took her throat in my hand, and her eyes widened. She tried to pry my wrist from her neck.
In the struggle, something metallic clanked on the wooden floor. The familiar blade and scabbard slipped from the hem of her jeans with my initials on the handle. She kept it against her skin, exactly where it belonged.
I looked up at her, my hands tensing to take my lust out on her body.
“You ready to be mine, little girl?” I said, grinning. “Is my thorny, fighting Rose ready to surrender?” I was taunting her, and I could see the mental gymnastics going through her head as I withheld her air. “That’s the cover, right? That’s why you’re wearing all this black? Don’t show that you’re a fighter. Be weak, and small.”
I let the hate for it drip like venom with my words. I took my thumb and smeared her lipstick, before biting down on her mouth.
I heard the sting of her hit before I felt it. A fist landed a blow to my cheek. A strong right hook. It was the hottest thing she could have done. She was signing her own death warrant each time she let that fighter come out to play.
My hand loosened around her neck, and she gasped for air.
If she thought that measly hit would stop me, she was dead wrong. This was what I wanted. What I needed.
I tangled my fingers through her loose, long hair, tilting her head up to expose her throat. I bit down on her pulse point, sucking the skin between my teeth, and pressing my cock against the heat I could feel through her jeans.
I let go of the flesh of her neck and was gratified to see my teeth marks and the start of a bruise. My shaft rubbed her through my trousers. I knew my cock would find its way home soon enough, and the only choice before me was how I would do it. Should I take her slow? Tease her? Make her admit to being mine? Or just take her and tell her that she was my possession?
“Fuck off,” she hissed, trying to push me away. But her conviction waned as I continued to press the tip of my cock into her warmth.
