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“I fucking hate you.”
“Great.” He deviously smiled. “Now say it again until you believe it.”
“We’re done talking now.” With that, I stood and walked into the back. Trying to find the bathroom, instead I found a bedroom. “Awesome, I wonder how many times he’s joined the mile-high club?”
“I haven’t.”
He was standing behind me, and I could feel his heat searing into my body.
“Want to make me a member?”
I couldn’t take it anymore—it was all too much to take. I felt as if I was that eighteen-year-old girl all over again, completely at his mercy. I snapped. Spinning around, I went for him. Hitting him on his chest. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me! I hate you! Do you hear me, Julian? I fucking hate you!”
“That’s enough!”
“Fuck you!”
He gripped onto my wrist, and in three strides I was on my back with him hovering above me on the bed.
“Get off of me!”
“Not until you calm the fuck down!”
“How do you expect me to when you’re forcing your hand on everything?!” I thrashed my body around, trying to get free, but it was pointless. He was much stronger than me.
With one hand he held my wrists above my head, hooking them, while the other began skimming the inside of my thigh and I froze, locking eyes with him.
I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice. “You’re obviously ignoring what’s in front of your face.”
He looked me up and down. “Sweetheart, you’re the only one that’s in my face.” Slowly, he slid his fingers higher. “What do you want to do about that?”
I had nowhere to go.
I could barely move.
“Because I can think of plenty of things to do with that sweet little mouth of yours that loves to push all of my buttons.”
“I—”
“Did I say you could talk?”
My eyes widened, and mouth dropped. “Who the hell do you think you are? This is not how it’s going to go, Mr. Locke.”
“So, I’m Mr. Locke when my hand is near your pussy?” His eyes dilated, dark and daunting. “Or what, kid? What are you going to do? I’m not the one under you, now am I?”
I jerked my body around, trying to break out of his hold, but the second I felt his fingers get closer to my core I froze again.
“Miss Troy, you’re not going anywhere unless I want you to.”
“You can’t keep doing this to me.”
“And what’s that? Making you wet?”
“Julian—”
“Oh, now I’m Julian again?”
I changed the subject. “I’m over your cockiness. It doesn’t work on me.”
