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“You fucker!” Sonia stared at him. “I’ve been running and hiding all over the house, playing this game thatyouproposed, and meanwhile you’re stealing juice from my fridge and lounging in my kitchen? What is your problem?”
He grinned at her, extending the bottle in his hand. “It’s good. Have some.”
Sonia blew out an exasperated breath. “So you got thirsty and decided to take a break? You’re gonna help yourself to some snacks next? Why don’t you ask where the TV is so you can park your ass in front of it?” She stalked toward him, glaring.
“Come on.” He held the juice out further.
With a roll of her eyes, she reached for the bottle.
Lightning-quick, Brendan whisked it away to the counter, grabbed her wrist, and jerked her around.
“Got you,” he whispered triumphantly, pinning her to the wall.
“You bastard,” she choked, though he thought he saw her smile. “You sneaky, lying bastard.”
Brendan gripped the back of her neck, covering her body with his as she tried to escape. She was breathing hard, her skin sweaty, her ass pressing into him.
“What a dirty mouth,” he whispered into her ear. “I don’t think it belongs on such a pretty little girl.”
Sonia’s smile vanished, and she squirmed furiously. “Don’t you dare call me little.”
“Isn’t it true? You’re just a petite little thing.” Keeping her pinned in place, his hand moved to fondle her breasts, pressed between her curves and the wall. When she moaned, he pinched her nipple through her tank top, feeling it harden immediately. “It’ll be easy to teach you a lesson.”
“No!”
“Yes, baby. You’ve been mean and rude to me for five years.” His hand snaked down to squeeze her pussy, roaming over the sweet damp spot on her pants, and Sonia cried out. “But I know you’re so soft under that tough-girl act. So defenseless, all alone in this house. By the time this night is done, you’ll be begging for my cock.”
“Stop!” she gasped.
“Say you want me, Sonia.”
“Never.” She twisted in his arms, trying to evade him. He’d been right — she was strong enough to give him a run for his money.
“Mmm, go ahead, baby. Wiggle all you want. Makes me harder.” He heard his own words with a sense of disbelief. As Sonia struggled, he felt lightheaded. His cock rose, and his vision blurred. When the dizziness cleared, he stepped back abruptly, gripping her by the waist.
Before he could pull her away from the wall, Sonia jerked free, making a dash across the kitchen. She was fast, but Brendan headed her off at the door. Scooping her up, he slung her over his shoulder.
“Bad girl,” he chided. “You know you can’t get away from me for long.”
She breathed in sharply, scrabbling at his shirt, her nails digging into his back. Heedless of her kicking, he strode to the fridge, tossed her down, and wrestled her against the cold metal door.
“We’re not done here. Are you the one who cooks in this house?”
Sonia stiffened in his grasp. He gripped her soft, short hair, and a shudder ran through her.
“Fuck you,” she snarled.
“Not the answer I’m looking for. I want to know.”
“Why?” Sonia sounded genuinely surprised.
“Doesn’t matter.” He heard his own growl, practically unrecognizable. “I asked, so tell me.”
“Yes,” Sonia muttered. “I like to cook.”
“Good girl. See? It’s not hard to do what I say. Now you’ll get a reward.”
“No!” Sonia tried to pull free, but he braced her against the fridge. Wetness spritzed his cheek. Jesus, that was her spit. She’d justspiton him. And it was…hot.
