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“Orwhat?” The bastard had the nerve to smirk. “I’d be careful who you threaten,Nick. This isn’t Rookwood. I can’t be bought off like Styles. You can’tthreatenme to fall in line. You can’t shiv me in the yard without any consequences.” His brows rose in challenge before strolling from her bedroom, his bodyguard following behind him, the shoulder of his jacket dark and wet.
I waited until the door to the apartment was closed before rounding on Alex.
She was clutching the two sides of her shirt together over her breasts, her mouth parted as she panted with the adrenaline dump.
“Who the fuck was he?” I asked, my question coming out in a colder tone than I intended, but I was fucking incensed to walk in and find her in that situation. In that sort of danger. Violence against a woman was something I couldn’t ignore, and when I found out who the hell that man was, I was going to make sure I punished him for what he did.
She reached out and laid a hand on Lucifer before saying, “He’s nobody.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Alex. Who the fuck is he?”
She blinked up at me. “You were in prison?”
I ran a shaking hand through my hair, the other flexing in agitation with the need to physically shake some sense into her. “We’re not discussing that now. I want to know who that man was.”
She looked at where her hand smoothed over Lucifer’s fur. “This isn’t your problem, Nick.”
“No, it’s not,” I started, causing her to glance at me. “But I’m making it my problem because nobody touches what belongs to me and stays breathing.” I flicked my fingers in Lucifer’s direction, dismissing him. With a put-on groan, he lifted himself off the bed and walked into the living room, leaving Alex and I alone.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “You can’t force me to talk, you know.”
“I know,” I replied. “But if you won’t talk, hopefully you’ll listen. What if I hadn’t come round tonight? What would’ve happened to you then?”
She lifted her chin defiantly. “I would’ve handled myself. I know how to handle him.”
Handlehim. That told me everything I needed to know. She’d dealt with the motherfucker before. Shaking my head, I started jerking open the drawers on her dresser, pulling out clothes and throwing them onto the bed.
Alex jumped up from where she was sitting—still clutching the two sides of her shirt together—and yelled, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Packing,” I snapped back, yanking open another drawer violently before pulling out what looked to be denim shorts and jeans.
“You can’t do this.”
Rounding on her, I jabbed my finger in her direction. “That’s where you’re wrong, little voyeur. Icando this and you’re going to come with me without any goddamned complaint.” My self-restraint was hanging by a motherfucking thread at this point. Knowing how close I’d come to losing her…No. I hadn’t come close to losing her, because I’dnotdeveloped feelings for the woman. Rather, I just didn’t want to lose my leverage against La Croix.
She tried to pull me away from her dresser, snatching items of clothing from my hands. In her rush to take back what was hers, she’d let her shirt go—the two sides parting to reveal the swell of her breasts. They brushed against my bicep as she wrestled more shorts from my grip.
“Put them down,” she snarled, and I was glad to see she was back to fighting. That what had happened tonight hadn’t broken her spirit.
Turning toward her, I got into her personal space, taking over completely. I was out of control with regret. With anger. With volatility. I needed to touch her again and know she was all right. Still mine. Moving forward, she retreated until her back hit the wall, and still, I crowded her. Her breasts pressed against my chest now, her nipples hard points. Her mouth parted, her breathing fast, and I knew that if I reached down between her legs, that my fingers would be covered in her slickness.
Whether it was a subconscious thought or not, she tipped her head back and licked her lips. I would’ve bet anything that she was looking for comfort now too—a reminder that she’d dodged a fucking bullet tonight.
“You want me to kiss you, little voyeur?” I asked, my lips barely brushing against hers as I spoke.
“No.”
I smirked. “You want me to show you just how much you want me?” Before she could reply, I reached down between us, cupping her pussy. Feeling its warmth. Feeling how wet she already was. Alex made a soft moaning sound down in the back of her throat and widened her stance.
Rubbing the heel of my palm against her, I asked, “Want me to get on my knees and take this pussy? Claim it? Make you beg for more?”
“Yes,” she moaned, hips starting to flex with the movement of my hands.
Leaning forward, I kissed her jaw. The side of her mouth. “I will stay on my knees for you for hours, Alex.”
With her lashes fluttering against her cheek, she asked, “You would?”
I nuzzled her neck, letting my teeth graze over her delicate skin. “I would.” Moving my hips back to give myself some room, I slapped at her sensitive flesh, enjoying the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “If you stop fighting me, and help me pack.”
