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“Bedroom,” I snap, once more trying to block out the embarrassment with fury. “I was going to say bedroom.”
“Sure you were.”
“God fucking damn it!” I yank and squirm against him furiously. “Just let me up.”
“Apologize.”
“Like hell!”
“Then I guess we’re staying right here.”
A snarl rips from my throat, and I struggle hard on the floor. But my wrists might as well be locked to the ground with metal shackles. No matter how much I try to pull my arms down from where he keeps them trapped above my head, his hands around my wrists don’t move a single inch.
I buck my hips, trying to throw his body off me.
My pussy grinds against his cock.
I draw in a sharp breath between my teeth as a jolt shoots through me.
Above me, Jace watches me with glittering brown eyes while amusement plays over his lips.
Another snarl tears from my chest.
“Apologize,” he orders, that wicked smirk still on his face.
I clench my jaw. “No.”
“I can do this all day.”
“I’ll miss class.”
“That’s not my problem. My job is to guard you.”
My heart jerks as he abruptly leans down and slants his lips over mine, just shy of touching. I suck in an unsteady breath while heat pools at my core.
“And I can do that just fine from right here,” he finishes, every word like a caress over my mouth.
The feeling of his breath on my lips like that and his solid weight between my spread legs and his hands pinning my wrists to the floor make my heart pound in my chest. Absolutely insane images flash through my mind. But before I can dwell too much on them, Jace pulls back as abruptly as he leaned down.
Still keeping me trapped underneath him, he cocks his head and gives me a smug look full of challenge. “Now, apologize.”
I grind my teeth as I glare up at him in silence. But if the past few minutes have taught me anything, it’s that I won’t be getting off this floor unless he lets me. Forcing out an annoyed sigh, I break eye contact and instead tilt my head to stare out at the rest of the room.
“Sorry,” I press out.
“Eyes on me.” The sheer command in his voice sends a pulse through me.
I drag my gaze back to his. Then I have to draw in a bracing breath before I manage to repeat, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Disbelief clangs through me. He can’t be fucking serious? I stare up at him with wide eyes.
He just smirks at me. Challenge dances in his eyes like tiny flames as he holds my stare.
When he does nothing to indicate that he was joking, I blurt out, “You can’t be serious!”
“You give me shit, and I’ll give you shit.” He tightens his grip on my wrists and levels a hard stare at me. “So we can either make each other’s lives hell, or we can be civil. Your choice.”
