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That can’t be what this is about.
“I’m an independent woman, Gage. Even though I love that you want to do things for me, I can do them myself. And besides,youbroke it.”
He halts in front of me, looking down at me with his beautiful blue eyes, but they’re dancing with dark flames.
“And you’ve been so busy. What with me and our situation and whatever is going on with Ryker…I didn’t want to bother you.” I swallow, more out of anticipation because there’s nothing to swallow. Nervousness has dried my mouth out.
“I’m never too busy to take care of you, Carina. I was waiting for a new door to come in. And that’s not the point. When I tell you I’m going to handle something, I expect you to listen.”
Anger palpitates in my chest. “Excuse me?”
He lifts his upper lip in a snarl. “You heard me. Don’t play stupid, little one. It doesn’t suit you.”
I don’t know if I’ve ever been as angry as I am right now. At first, I thought he was kidding, toying with me to turn it into some sadistic, sexual game.
But the way he’s looking at me tells me he’s serious. He’s pissed at me.
“I’m not playing dumb. I was trying to wrap my head around you acting like a complete dick!” I spew, shoving his chest as hard as I can, which doesn’t move his solid body whatsoever.
In a flash, I’m turned around, his hand wrapped around my throat from behind, his hard length against my back, and his heated, panting breaths on my neck. “Don’t fucking test my good nature, little phoenix. You know I don’t have much left.”
I can’t help how my body tingles in his hold. The anger that had been raging through every cell has dissipated, buried beneath heavy arousal.
“When I tell you I’m going to take care of something for you, I need you to take my word for it,” he says, his voice raspy and filled with gravel as it brushes my ear. “Do you understand me?”
I nod.
“Your words, Carina.” He tightens his grip.
“Yes, Sir.”
You’ve lost your fucking mind.
I don’t argue with the inner observation, because I agree. Lost my fucking mind over my stalker. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Better,” he says, voice heated with a rueful tone. “Now, bend over the bed and pull your pants down.”
What?!
He releases me, and I turn and eye him, absently rubbing my throat.
His dick is straining against his boxers, and even thought I vehemently detest where I think this is going, the fact I affect him so much makes my feet start moving before I even second guess them.
Hesitantly, I bend over the edge of the bed, lowering my leggings as I do. His eyes grow heavy as he watches, and it builds confidence in me. His words from before sound in my head.
You’re in control. Say the word.
Voyeur.
I face front, letting him look his fill as my breathing speeds.
“God, Carina. Your skin is so beautiful. It’s going to look so good painted with my handprints, isn’t it?”
I swallow.
His hand comes down, caressing my right ass cheek softly. Then the left. The devil on my shoulder screams for him to touch the junction that’s slowly becoming slick for him with each pass of his hands.
“Now, why are you being punished?” he asks, and as his fingers swirl in circles over my skin. I can’t think straight.
