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“No underwear.”
“Didn’t fancy wearing the thong meant for Sean to take off me. You know what I mean?”
From the heavy panting and flash of murder in his eyes, I’m going to say he does. I don’t mean to press the beast’s buttons but, I shrug like it’s no big thing. But in reality, not having an additional barrier between me and my bad ideas is not doing anyone any favors. “Besides, the white lace was itchy,” I add, like a cherry on top.
I know what those words will cost me, but I say them anyway.
His teeth gnash together and his nostrils flare. His right hand comes to wrap around my throat and I silently welcome the monster in Hark. The darkness in him stirs the same inside me. I swallow past the tightness of his grip and I can’t help the slight sultry sigh that escapes my lips.
Seconds tick by but I know he heard it because those fingers tighten a fraction more. Not enough to hurt, God no, not Hark. But to give me what I want and make me crave more? Hell yes!
His dark eyes flash and as if I need a reminder of how close we are standing, he shifts his weight just so. And that is all it takes. His hard length presses against me and it’s like someone presses the on button. My brain instantly computes where this is leading. My heart does too. And my body is totally on board.
See why I needed another layer of protection between us? I’m about to give this man everything he wants. How pathetic does that make me? I don’t have an answer for that, but I sure as hell feel weaker than a kitten under his touch.
His jaw ticks, proof of his irritation with me. “Let me make this clear, Princess. I’ll buy you what you need. Me. And as soon as all this is over, I’m going to burn that dress into ashes.” He pauses to move my loose hair from my face and I try to fight, but he only tightens his hold and leans his weight into me more. I’m not going anywhere until he allows it.
I can feel the burn of his eyes on my scar. Holding my gaze for a moment, he runs the tip of his tongue up the slope of my neck until he hits the edge of the puckered flesh along the side of my face.
“Hark, Sean…” I start.
He continues, interrupting me. “I think it’s better you keep his name off your tongue unless—”
My eyes narrow. “Unless what?” I challenge.
Hark’s expression hardens. “Unless you want to be cuffed to my bed until you learn his name is permanently erased from your vocabulary. It’s my name and only my name that falls from those lips when I have my hand around your throat.
“You don’t strike me as stupid, John Hark. I wouldn’t recommend you try it.”
The use of his fake legend back when he was undercover stirs a new fire in him and the delicious pressure on my throat increases. A thick thigh is between mine and I’m jacked off the floor. One move from me and I’ll either have his mouth on mine he’s so close, or my clit will come into contact with this hard thigh.
Both options aren’t exactly bad. Just bad for my plans.
Unaware of my inner conflict yet again he continues. One full corner of his lip moves up into an infuriating smirk. “Besides, I don’t think he’s the one who had you slick, wet, and ready outside the police station, baby.”
I fight against his hold. My brow furrows until I feel like my face might stick into a permanent scowl. “Fuck you, Hark.” I pronounce every single consonant and vowel like they are made of razor blades meant to cut him deep. My harsh words sound loud in the quiet house so I know he hears their detonation when they land on his ears.
He growls a low rumble like I just promised him the heist of ecstasies.
My breasts grow heavy, and the nipples extend eager for the hungry promises in Hark’s eyes.
“Tell me when and where.” He steals a kiss. “And it’s Dragon now. Hark died a long time ago.”
I fight his hold on me, but I’m caged in place. Trapped yet again by the hungry beast.
My monster.
I haven’t thought about those words for far too long.
“I like you wearing my clothes.” He rests his forehead on mine. “I can’t tell you how many times I wished to wake up and see your smiling face. To see you bouncing off to the kitchen for coffee wearing nothing but my T-shirt and my smell.” His voice grows more distant as he continues.
His vision isn’t hard to conjure.
“It’s never going to happen,” I state flatly. I don’t want to give either of us any false hopes. I’m here today and literally gone by tonight. Simple. As. That. I have a plan.
I repeat that to myself as I continue to hold his black eyes. I have a plan and I won’t let him deter me from it.
The ends of my shirt are in his hand. I whimper knowing where this is going and having no power in stopping it. I’m not sure I want to either. I can tell him no and I know he would back off, but I can’t get my mouth to work. Not when my body is screaming for his lips to finally touch me where I want him most.
