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Chapter 9
"Do you know this guy?" James asks.
"Uh, yeah. He's..." What the fuck do I say? He's the guy I meet every Saturday night, oh, and once on a Wednesday?
"I'm the reason you shouldn't be smiling at her like you just were," Law says, glaring at James.
My eyes widen as my mouth falls open in pure shock. Is he serious right now? Law's eyes come back to me, and there's an accusation in them, but for what? He's acting like I've done something wrong, by standing outside my own apartment, and talking to my neighbor. I cross my arms as my anger begins to rise, pushing the confusion aside for a moment.
"What are you even doing here?" I question.
"Inside. Now."
"Excuse me?" I arch a brow at him.
"Is everything okay here?" James hesitantly inquires.
Law's eyes snap back to him, and he takes a menacing step forward. To do what, I don't know, but I know I don't want to find out.
"I'm fine, James. Let's go, Law."
I grab his hand and lead him toward my door.
"I cannot believe you right now." I fume as I unlock my door. "Coming here and acting like-"
My words cut off as he reaches around me to turn the knob and open the door, rushing us in. He crowds me against the wall, his height bearing down on me in a way it never has before. I ignorethe way him being so close has my body ready for so much more to glare up at him.
"What are you doing here?" I hiss.
"I came here to surprise you, to drive with you to the hotel." He brings his face closer. "But instead, I pull up to find you talking to another man. Smiling at another man. Flirting with another man."
"Oh, fuck off," I spit, and his eyes flare. "I wasn't flirting with him. James was just-"
"Do not say his fucking name again, Sophie," he warns, low, menacing.
His arms come up to the sides of my head, and I press myself farther into the wall. I should not be this turned on by him acting like this. I swallow, denying myself the heat rushing to my pussy and trying to make Law see reason.
"He's my neighbor, and he was just asking me how my sister is. How the hell could I ever even flirt with anyone when I'm always walking around with your marks on my damn neck anyway?"
He leans even closer, tilting his head, that anger in his eyes burning. "Do my marks bother you? Do you wish they were from him? Do you want some other man's lips on yours?"
He brings his lips to mine. The kiss is hard, full of anger, possessiveness, clearly trying to leave my lips red and swollen. Yet another mark. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as his hands drift down to the edge of my skirt, beginning to lift it. Just as I moan into his mouth, he rips his lips away from mine.
"Do you want someone else's hands creeping up your thighs? Stroking your pussy?"
He roughly shoves my panties to the side and slides his finger through my wetness up to my clit. I don't look away fromhim, not when his angry eyes are boring into me, but I can feel his other hand between us, hear his zipper go down. Then he's lifting my right leg onto his waist and my hands fly to his shoulders to hold onto him.
"Do you want someone else's cock deep inside you?"
He lifts my other leg up and I'm pinned between the wall and him, his heavy breaths making his chest meet with mine. Then he reaches between us and he's at my opening, the tip of him tempting me to move forward, to take what I so desperately want now, even knowing I should be pushing him away for the way he's acting. I should still be angry, but now all I want to be is fucked.
"Tell me!" he growls.
"No," I breathe. "No one but you."
He slams into me, stealing my gasp as he kisses me again. His cock and his tongue are rough, both demanding more from me while also claiming me. He drives up into me, hands moving from holding my legs to him to my shoulders, making my body slam down on him again and again. My arms are wrapped around his neck now, clinging to him as he fucks me so hard, my back painfully rubs against the wall. It'll hurt later for sure, but I don't care at all because the pleasure building in me is worth it.
