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Taunting me with the forbidden things beneath his clothes.
I swayed my ass, turning slowly to give him the best view. Even from so far away, I saw his eyes change. Darkness creeping into the corners.
I was way too drunk to make good choices, so it wasn’t a surprise that I didn’t. I lifted my pink manicured fingers to make a V and flicked my tongue through them once. His brow rose sharply.
In retrospect, I wasn’t confident I knew what it meant, but I’d seen Yale do it before and it got a reaction out of Candice.
It definitely got a reaction from Merrick.
He turned on his heel and began descending the stairs. My heart began throbbing and I danced backwards, keeping my eyes on him. Making sure I didn’t lose his tall figure as he waded into the crowd.
Light flashed and the bass shattered my eardrums. He was trying to get to me, but the crowd was too tight. I lifted my hands, dancing slowly, seductively. Teasing him, getting him even angrier than he surely was already.
“What’s wrong?” I mouthed, smirking.
He cocked his head. “Come here,” he mouthed.
I shook my head.
He lifted his brow, giving me a do-it-or-else look. I swung around, still dancing to the beat, and began moving away from him. After all, what was he going to do to me?
Punish me? Spank me? The thought was thrilling in my intoxicated state. Desire surged between my thighs and I realized with a jolt that my panties were wet. I glanced over my shoulder and shook back my hair. He was a little closer, a driven expression on his face.
Like he was angry and starving all at once.
I hoped he took me out to his car, put me over his lap, and spanked my ass with his bare hand—his stupidly sexy bare hand with those veins that went down through his knuckles.
God, how had I never realized how gorgeous he was?
I spilled out onto the sidewalk, barely getting two steps before his hand closed around my wrist. He pulled me against his body and all the air shot from my lungs at the impact. His forearm locked over my stomach like an iron band.
My God, he was brutally strong.
“Merrick,” I gasped.
He didn’t speak. Instead, he lifted me into the air. Like I weighed nothing. Spun me, and tossed me over his shoulder. Cool air hit my ass as my dress rode up. Leaving my lace panties exposed.
Thank God I’d decided to wear underwear.
His rough palm brushed over it, tugging the skirt down to cover me. His touch shocked me, like a live wire, sending tingles to the bottoms of my feet.
There was something so angering and arousing about being manhandled like this. I squirmed, kicking halfheartedly. Unsure if I wanted him to keep manhandling me or put me down.
“Hold still,” he said shortly.
His grip tightened. He was ridiculously strong. But then, he had killed twelve men with his bare hands…at least that was the story. But I hadn’t mentally translated that into an inhuman level of strength.
I hard the Audi door open and he dumped me unceremoniously into the back seat. Then he stepped back and I heard the child locks click. Fury boiled in my chest. My fists clenched and I struggled to my knees to look through the window.
He was standing on the curb, talking on his phone. Unbothered.
I flipped him off. His brow lifted, but that was it.
Burning with embarrassment, I sank into the middle seat and crossed my arms. He paced back and forth outside for a minute longer and then he got in the car.
There was a long, long silence.
The engine purred under his foot as he pulled out into the street. His hand hung on the top of the wheel like he didn’t care. In the rear view mirror, I saw his gaze fixed pointedly ahead.
