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She turned around since Wolf kept silent and found his eyes glued to her butt.
“I thought you didn’t like my ass?”
He took a step in her direction, his signature wolfish grin etched on his face. “Never said I didn’t like your fine juicy ass.”
Her heart pounded against her chest as he took another step closer. His fingers twirled one of the long strands that reached her butt.
“Never said I didn’t like your hair.”
She stepped backwards until she bumped her backside against one of the steel doors of the huge industrial refrigerator.
Amara gasped when he leaned in and smelled her behind her ear. He whispered, “Never said I didn’t like the way how just the hint of your scent turns me the fuck on.”
In a futile attempt to create some distance between them, she placed her open palms against his chest. She felt his heart race underneath his black IVMC shirt.
“And I never damn said that I haven’t thought about thrusting my cock inside your sweet little pussy ever since you’ve turned legal four damn long years ago.”
Her mouth fell open, as she needed all the oxygen she could get.
Wolf tortured her some more when his tongue swept over her skin. She tilted her head, giving him more room to lick her throat.
“What is it about you… that makes me want to slit my brother’s throat for smilin’ at you?”
She closed her eyes and bit her lip as his large hands grabbed the back of her thighs and he hoisted her up against the refrigerator. She prayed that nobody would enter the kitchen and shatter all her hopes in finally kissing Wolf.
He pushed his erection right where she needed it.
She banged the back of her head against the cool steel door as she arched her back and whispered, “Yes…”
He nibbled his way up her throat to her jaw before his lips pressed against the corner of her mouth.
“You’re wet for me, baby? You need me to—”
The clearing of a throat behind Wolf had him instantly set her back down to the floor. Amara swept her hand over her yoga pants before quickly straightening her shirt.
“You’d better check yourself, Wolf. I’d hate to call my VP a hypocrite.”
She peered over Wolf’s shoulder at Bondi, who turned around and left the kitchen.
Wolf fisted his sandy brown hair on top of his head. He startled her when his large boot kicked a dent in the steel door behind her.
“You need to stay away from me, Princess.”
She raised her chin. “You’re not scaring me away, Wolf. But don’t keep this hot and cold shit up for too long, because one day you’ll might find me warm in someone else’s arms.”
She left him standing in the kitchen since she’d suddenly lost her appetite.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wolf passed a few heavy iron doors in the clubhouse basement before he opened the forth on his left with an eerie creak. He stepped inside the dank cell and immediately recognized the rancid smell hitting him at full force.
It didn’t surprise Wolf that Demon already had his knife stuck in Mud’s arm before the first rooster had crowed.
“Mornin’ brother,” Wolf grumbled, still in a foul mood since Amara had left him standing in the kitchen just five minutes ago.
Demon gave him a single nod in greeting before slicing his blade through the old, weathered skin of the man that kidnapped Cat last night.
“Cutting me won’t stop Silas!” Mud shouted, spittle flying across the smelly basement room before Wolf closed the heavy door behind him.
