She sputters for a moment, astonished. “Fall in lo—what are you talking about, you psycho? Just let me go!”
I smack my palm against her ass a second time, evoking another sharp gasp, but that was only a warning this time. Next, I slip my thumb between her clenched thighs and firmly press where her clit is.
She goes completely still.
“Stop it. Right now.” Her voice is shaky, and those words are standing on grounds being ripped apart by an earthquake. But it isn’t fear saturating her tone like she’d have me believe. The heat between her legs and nails digging into my leather jacket gives her true feelings away .
I can’t help but smirk, rubbing tight little circles through her jeans as I head down the hallway directly ahead and toward her bedroom at the very end.
Little stuttered breaths sneak past her lips, though she tries to contain them, only for her throat to betray her and make a sound of its own.
She can’t escape the pleasure any more than she can escape me. If I allowed it, she’d sooner rip her heart from my chest to steal it back, but unfortunately for her, she doesn’t even realize I have it yet.
And I would never let her take away something so fucking precious.
But fuck, there’s no denying that it’s fun when she tries.
I toe open her door, revealing her bed with an olive green duvet, more distressed furniture, and artful pieces hung on the cream walls.
Standing at the end of her bed, I slide her down my body until I have her legs hooked around my hips.
She’s glaring at me with glittering uncut emeralds, polished until her frustration is evident. Her bottom lip is slightly pouted, and her freckled cheeks are reddened with anger, brightening the white teeth imprint below her right eye.
She may be ferocious, but she’s not very intimidating when she’s cradled in my arms and my palms are cupping her ass.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I murmur, completely enraptured by this woman. Christ, the things I’d do for her and to her. It’s fucking limitless.
“You’re being incredibly disrespectful right now,” she snips.
My stare drifts to those plump lips that are just begging for me to bite them. “I haven’t even begun to disrespect you yet, baby. But my God, how I look forward to it.”
Her eyes narrow into thin slits, though her cheeks flush brighter.
“We can’t be together, Cage,” she states firmly, but once again, her words are brittle.
“Why’s that?” I ask casually, still studying every inch of her face.
“B-because! I said so! I’m better off alone.”
I offer my dry gaze for all of two seconds, ensuring she can see just how weak of an excuse that was.
We both know she doesn’t have a truly good reason other than her being scared.
She huffs. “Maybe I just don’t want a relationship. Is that not a valid enough reason? Do my feelings not matter?”
She’s glancing away, unable to keep her stare hooked to mine now.
Running. She’s running as we fucking speak. And that irritates me.
It’s my turn to narrow my eyes, a disgruntled growl building in my chest. Instead of answering, I toe off my boots and climb onto the bed, dropping her flat on her back with a startled exhale.
She attempts to scramble away, but I’ve already anticipated her move and have her wrists pinned above her head before she can make it two inches.
Stray curls fall over her face, and she pants from below me, seething at me with a fire that rivals the heat emanating from her pretty little cunt.
“You’re scared, and I get that. You’ve been alone nearly your entire life and don’t know what it feels like to have someone take care of you. Fine, we can work through that.” Then, I lower my voice, ensuring she can see just how fucking serious I am. “But what I will not do is allow you to run from me.”
I lean down until my lips are a hairsbreadth away from hers, her breath warming my face in short bursts.
“Don’t worry, little ghost. I’m going to teach you how to spend forever with me.”
She blinks up at me with widened eyes filled with bewilderment.
“You’re crazy,” she breathes.
“About you,” I correct. “I’m crazy about you.”
“You barely know me.”
“I know you better than you know yourself,” I retort, my stare drifting back down to her pink mouth. “I don’t need to know your favorite color to know that I was the first man to make you feel good in your own body.”
That pouty bottom lip curls between her straight teeth, and I can’t help the burn of jealousy. I want to bite it.