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“Your apartment isn’t safe, Dahlia,” I say a little more gently.
“In what world?! It’s got lobby security, three locks on the front door, and it’s ten stories up, with no fire escape staircase off my windows.No onecould get…”
She tenses, staring at me as I smile devilishly at her. Then she gulps.
“How often,” she says tersely.
“How often what.”
“How often, when I felt the tingle at the back of my neck or felt like I was being watched…” Her face burns hotly. “How often was that you?” she hisses.
“Well, it certainly wasn’t anyone else.”
Dahlia shivers. “You spied on me.”
“Yes.”
“You had no right to do that!”
I shrug, walking across the floor to pour myself a drink at the windows. “Historically, the victorious haven’t been too concerned with what’s right or wrong.”
“Spoken like a true fucking dictator,” she snaps.
“Tell me, darling,” I growl, whirling to smile wolfishly at her. “Which bothers you more: that I watched you lying in bed and touching your needy little pussy while fantasizing about being used…”
Her eyes go wide as her face explodes with heat.
“Or that I didn’t come in andjoin you,” I snarl.
Dahlia gapes at me. And I can tell she still sovery badlywants to show me how livid and incensed she is that my people plucked her off the sidewalk and brought her here under duress.
But it’s hard for her to look angry when she’s got lust writ large all over her face. When her lips part slightly, quivering. When her nipples harden against her thin shirt.
My eyes never leave hers as I finish my drink, set the glass down, and slowly prowl toward her. My cock turns to iron in my pants, tenting the front as I picture the way I’ll chase her, catch her, and pin her down on her knees on my hardwood floor before making her squeal with my cock deep inside of her.
“Don’t you dare,” she spits, stopping me when I get right in front of her.
I smile deviantly. “Do you know how ridiculously hard I get when you fight me, darling?”
She shivers, pure need throbbing in her cheeks and blazing in her eyes. Her tongue slips out to wet her lips, and I’m astonished at how highly attuned I am to the way her pulse thuds in the hollow of her soft neck. The way her nipples ache against her shirt. The way her thighs clench as she squirms under my gaze.
My hand reaches out to cup her face, but she slaps it aside and glares venomously at me.
“Don’t you fucking touch me,” she snaps.
My brows arch. My monster snarls inside.
Fuck. Me. I don’t know what is about the way she says “no”, the way she dares me to fight her for it, that makes me crave her even more.
“If you’re trying to get me to fuck your ass raw right here on the floor with your panties stuffed in your mouth, you’re doing a commendable job.”
Dahlia’s face explodes in a riot of maroon and pink, dancing somewhere between incensed and aroused.
I reach for her once more, but again she slaps my hand away. Her chin juts out as she angles her livid face up toward mine.
“How was your night?” she spits.
Ahhh. Now I see.
