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She moaned and shied away from him.
“I can’t… my dress…”
“Fuck.”
Not wasting a moment, he glanced around to make sure they were still alone before he gathered her dress and widened the slit on her side by ripping into the fabric.
She shuddered, and he grunted possessively as he found more luscious skin, his hand gliding up her thigh to her pussy, where she was completely bare and smoother than satin.
“Fuck.” He ground the word between his teeth. She wasn't wearing any panties. And all he saw was that bastard with his hand on her body, on his property, on his possession. She belonged to him. No man could touch her, dance with her, breathe in her ear, or whisper dirty words to her. She was his. Only his... until he had to set her free.
He released her, shrugged out of his jacket, and forced her into it. It was big enough on her and long enough that it covered the delicious expanse of her thigh. He then took her hand, and without lessening his stride, he walked back toward the entrance of the club and then to the special parking spot Dash had arranged for him.
“Where... where are you taking me to?” she asked as if she had come to her senses at last.
“You're coming home with me.”
Fuck tomorrow. He wanted her in his bed tonight.
Chapter Ten
No, no, no!
Kensley tried desperately hard to pick her mind up from the pavement where it had liquefied so she could regain control of the situation, all while she struggled to keep up with Hunter’s wide stride. She also couldn’t stop touching her swollen lips every other second. Wearing his jacket, enveloped in the fragrance of his cologne and remnants of his body heat, didn’t help at all.
She had been kissed before, obviously. But... that... that wasn't a kiss; that was a... frigging soul sucking from her lips to his. No, wait. She shook her head. Everything was going wrong. She had to get back in control so she could think properly, but it felt impossible to do with her thighs slick with wetness.
She forced herself to remember what he had said, and his presumptuous demand was exactly the jolt she needed to renew her focus.
You're coming home with me.
Was he insane? She couldn't go with him to his home. Not now. She wasn't ready. She needed more time to re-fortify herself against him.
She tried to take her hand back from his warm and solid grasp but failed dismally. Stalling didn't help either. Besides, he'd probably just toss her over his shoulder if she so much as attempted to plant her feet into the ground. He seemed like that kind of man.
Overbearing. Controlling. Dictatorial.
It was time to stop this madness. Bracing herself to use her voice, she started off with a high pitch but continued, nonetheless.
“First of all, you had no right to scare that guy like that. And you had no right to ruin my friend’s dress, and... She wanted to add that he had no right to kiss her like that, but of course she had signed away that privilege, so she was a bit screwed there.
“And,” she continued, “I'm only supposed to move in tomorrow. You said that was okay. You can't go back on your word. We signed a contract. I'm not ready. I still have to pack and have someone water my plants, and... Marcy will be worried about me.”
“Text her and tell her you're with me. Someone is already scheduled to bring your things over tomorrow.” They had reached his car, and he opened the passenger door for her. “Get in.”
“Hmm... no. I don't think so, Mr. Unbearably Bossy. We have an ironclad contract, and it says I move in tomorrow. Like I said, I'm not ready. And you can’t have someone already scheduled to come to my apartment and move me out. I’ll get my own person.” Her own person was herself, but that didn’t change the fact that he thought he could just crash into her life and start ordering things around, and she would be okay with that.
Her words started to falter as he closed the distance between them. She pressed herself against his car, unable to handle any more physical contact from this man, not right now when she was still a hot mess.
“Get in the car,” he said. His nearness destroyed her. His height dominated her. His sheer power scared her. She whimpered as he gripped her hips and slid his thigh between her legs, an easier feat now that he had ripped through the material and given more leverage to the slit.
“Look, I just need some time, okay. So, if you could just go stand over there,” she tried to push into his chest while pointing to a spot behind him... “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, as previously arranged.”
“Are you worried, Kensley, that you won’t be able to resist me?”
Oh crap.
“What? As if. I can resist you just fine, thank you very much.”
