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Lucky all but slings me into one of the rooms, releases my hand, and steps inside only to slam and lock the door. I watch him closely as he advances across the room, closing the distance between us. The look in his eyes is one of which I’ve never seen before.
Normally, he’s always happy-go-lucky, but right now, he’s anything but. I swear he almost looks feral, and I’ve got to admit it scares the hell out of me. It also turns me on, which is something that I can’t allow myself to act upon.
Out there in the main room, in front of everyone, he shocked me speechless by announcing he knew I didn’t sign the papers. I can only imagine how he found out. Those damn papers were in my bag that I dropped at the hospital. I have carried those papers with me ever since Lucky gave them to me.
I’m such an idiot for doing something so stupid instead of just signing them and giving them over or hiding them away until I was ready. Why didn’t I just sign them already and be done with all this?
“What are you doing?” I ask, feeling slightly breathless and overwhelmed especially when he plants both hands on my hips, his fingertips digging into me. When he doesn’t answer and instead starts backing me farther into the room, I ask again, “What are you doing, Lucky?”
“About to fuck you. That’s what I’m doing,” he answers gruffly. “I’m gonna first put you over my knee, turn that sweet ass of yours red for the shit you’ve been pulling, and then I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to let you come with my name on your lips.”
Oh. My. God.
He didn’t just say that, did he?
I clear my throat and shake my head. “There’s no way you’re spanking me let alone fucking me, Lucky. I’m not about to touch fallen harlot skank seconds.”
“Oh yeah, you’re gonna let me fuck you, and you’re gonna beg me to do it,” he murmurs, dipping his face down to press a kiss to where my shoulder meets my neck.
The backs of my legs meet the edge of the bed, and I fall backward on it with Lucky going with me, his body covering mine. His much harder body at that.
I’d forgotten how muscular he is. I mean, sure, he’s six foot three and has well defined muscles that you could probably bounce a quarter off. Lucky also has that easy going look about him with that grin that when it’s directed at you it can make a woman’s toes curl. Well, that’s what it does to me at least.
God, I’m screwed, and I know it.
“Lucky, get off.” I shove against his chest the best I can, but it’s pointless considering his build.
“Not a chance, brat,” he says, readjusting himself over me, taking his thighs between mine, and his hands caging me in on either side of my head.
“Stop calling me a brat,” I snap, glaring at him.
“Not gonna happen, baby, especially when you act like a brat.”
“No means no, Lucky.” Again, I shove against him.
“Chelsea, you say those words, then I’ll get off you, but you’ve not said them,” he says and nips at the shell of my ear.
I stop to think about that, and I haven’t. Still, I don’t want this. Or it’s what I keep telling myself. If I admit it to myself, I know deep down I want it. I’ve wanted him again since the first time. Even knowing everything he’s done with other women.
Damnit, I’m more than just an idiot.
“Lucky, please, get off me,” I whisper, unable to keep the hitch from my breath or the wobble from my trembling lip.
I’m not one of those women who are easy to get or throw myself at some hot guy. That’s just not who I am. I’m independent. I don’t need anyone, and I never have. I can take care of me, myself, and I.
Lucky lifts over me, his body rolls to the side, and brings mine with him. He grips my chin and forces me to meet his gaze. “Now that, the way you said that, it saysno. But you’ve got some explaining to do.”
“I don’t have to explain anything,” I mutter and go to yank away from him, but of course, he stops me from doing just that. “Lucky, you need to let me go.”
“No,” he grunts and dips his face down until we’re nose to nose.“I’m not letting you go, and you’re not getting out of explaining what the fuck is running through your mind. Why didn’t you sign those papers? Why you carried them around with you? And what the fuck you’re thinking when it comes to the bastards that took you? Lastly, why did you leave the way you did?”
This is too much. Way, way too much. He needs to back off and leave me the hell alone. He’s going to drive me insane with all this being in my face, demanding answers to questions there’s no way I’m ready to answer yet.
“Lucky, I swear to God, if you don’t let me go, leave me be for the night, I’m going to hit you.”
“Go right ahead and give it your best shot, baby, because I’ve already told you, I’m not letting you go, and I’m not leaving this bed. Neither are you. You don’t want to talk to me about it right now . . .” He lifts back enough so I can see those dark eyes of his and grins. “That’s fine, we’ll do other things.”
I open my mouth to protest, but Lucky’s mouth lands on mine, his tongue dives in and swirls with mine in a way that makes my toes curl. So many things he does makes me do this, which I’m not sure if it’s something I should fear or be thrilled by. When his hands move over my body, I throw other thoughts out the window and allow myself this moment.
