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“I don’t give a fuck.” Nothing else. Then he hangs up.
James waits in front of Mercer’s car. He takes one look at Mercer, opens the back door, and I slide into the backseat. Alone.
The front door slams. The driver’s side follows.
Not a damn word is said on the trip from SoHo to his Central Park high-rise castle.
It’s not until we get off the elevator at his place that I’ve had enough of the deafening and stifling silence.
“Are you a maniac?”
“He was fucking rude, Pollyanna.”
“And you’re not?”
His eyes are a blaze of fire. It ignites the one deep in my belly, makes my clit start to ache and throb with need. Because that fire I see is lust and hunger.
“You’re mine, Ivy.”
I poke him. I’m taunting a demon. “For now. And that’s not an excuse for acting like a crazy animal.”
“You decided to fucking blow me somewhere that’s not a sex club.”
“You fingered me there!”
“Discreetly. Did you hear what that fat fuck said?”
I take in a sharp breath and stare at him, heart thudding hard. “You threatened to kill him.”
“No,” he says, “I didn’t.”
Mercer grabs me by the hair and pulls me to him. He kisses me hard, a brutal assault of his lips, making my head spin and my blood turn thick with sheer need.
He pushes me away, like he’s just had a thought, then discounts it when he grabs me once more. His anger bites the air, and he throws me over his shoulder.
I know there’s an internal elevator leading upstairs, but he carries me like a sack of potatoes instead of taking it. I spent a full twenty minutes once day riding the elevator because yes, Icame from money, and yes, we had a big house, but no, we didn’t have an elevator.
But for some reason, this man, this mad, infuriating, hotter than hell man never takes it. And he’s bouncing me against him as he goes, his hand clenching my thighs, his thumb between them, right under my ass.
He could touch my pussy, but he doesn’t.
And it makes me even madder. What’s he got against my pussy, anyway? He sure as hell loves to finger it, lick it, and?—
I fly through the air and land on his bed. My entire body is in overdrive. I raise myself off the mattress, but he takes me by the throat and pushes me down, one knee between my thighs as he pins me.
“Listen up, Pollyanna. I didn’t threaten that man. I made a promise. I will kill him or anyone else who dares touch you or is demeaning to you in any way. And I’ll fucking rip them apart if they attempt to hurt you.”
“And you?Sir? Who’ll protect me from you?”
His smile is feral, and if I wasn’t locked against the mattress, I just might faint. “I warned you about consequences. No one. Except maybe you doing the right thing. So are you going to do the right thing, Pollyanna?”
“I don’t know what the right thing is.”
My eyes prickle again and he lets go of my face, brushing a thumb under one eye and then the other.
“We’ll find out, shall we? On your fucking feet, slut.”
I struggle to stand up, visibly shaking, and the bastard smiles again. He takes off his belt and sits on the bed and pats his lap. Then he doubles the belt.
