Page 91 of One Bossy Disaster


Font Size:  

Self-loathing.

Irritation.

Not desire.

Not empathy for this strange woman.

Not giving two shits about her struggles, her dreams, and how damnably good her hot breath feels on my lips.

Mind over dick matter.

Be angry, you fuck.

Better, be indifferent. Be nothing.

“What about now?” I growl. “Still think I look harmless?”

She looks up at me fearlessly, her eyes smoky and her breath coming faster, demanding a kiss.

Her lips part wider.

Damn her, I can’t do this.

If she’sarousedbecause of me, because of this insanity—

If she truly wants this as badly as I do, I’m boned.

No question.

My entire body goes rigid, my cock pushing at the zipper of my cargo pants.

I want her so madly I can’t even see straight.

“Are you?” she challenges. “If you’re trying to make a point, do it. Don’t back down now. Show me how dangerous you are.”

I almost do.

I almost devour her on the spot like the carnivorous, unhinged thing I am.

I come close—so fucking close—leaning down as she lifts her chin defiantly, bringing our lips closer, less than two inches apart.

I don’t know if she’s doing it consciously or if it’s only a dare made on raw instinct.

I just know that if I kiss her now, I won’t be showing her how dangerous I can be.

I’ll be a slave to the desire scorching the air between us.

One more mistake in a lifelong litany, and this one infinitely harder to take back than Vanessa Dumas.

I can’t keep fucking up.

I can’t keep multiplying problems.

Then Destiny shifts under me.

Her breath catches as her hips move against my cock, grinding through the fabric.

I groan at the unexpected rush, the heat, the pulsing roar in my ears as she lets out a soft, almost pleading moan.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com