Page 53 of Brutal Callous Heir


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But of course, I’m wrong.

“I know it was you, sunshine.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Elliot is out for blood. What do you think he’s going to do when he finds out it was you, huh? You might not be scared of me, but you should definitely be scared of him.”

“I’m not scared of anyone.”

“Big words given your current predicament.” He flexes his fingers against my throat, cutting off my air. I force myself not to panic, to breathe through my nose and focus.

He won’t really hurt me; he’s just trying to intimidate the truth out of me. But that’s a hill I’ll gladly die on.

“Seriously,” I implore, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So you were here last night, all night?”

“Yeah. Where else would I be?”

Theo’s brows crinkle as he studies me, searching my face for answers.

Answers I’ll never give him.

“You can ask around,” I add. “I hung out with Millie. Chatted to a couple of the girls in the kitchen. I was here all night. Check the CCTV if you need to. I didn’t leave the building.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Not my problem.” I attempt to shrug but his grip on me tightens. “But I’m not lying.”

“Maybe you need a little more motivation.”

“What—”

The words die on my tongue as he steps into me, pushing his knee right in between my thighs.

“Theo, what the fu—” I swallow a whimper as he grinds against me, his lips dropping to my ear as he cages me in.

I’m in my underwear, barely a scrap of material protecting my modesty… or my pussy.

Crap.

“I know it was you, little liar. I don’t know how you did it, but I’ll find out. I’ll prove it. And when I do, even I won’t be able to protect you from Eaton’s wrath.”

His hands slide around my arse, dragging my body closer so I’m practically mounted on his leg.

Jesus. It feels good.

Too good.

“Theo,” my voice cracks, “don’t.”

“Don’t what, sunshine? Don’t do this?”

He moves, holding me right there sending a delicious rush of friction through me.

“Oh God.” My head drops back against the wall, powerless against the intense sensations.

I shouldn’t like it—I definitely shouldn’t want more—but I know all too well that sometimes the body overrides conscious thought. Acting on some primal need deep inside.

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