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She wants to fight. Okay.
“I don’t,” I say as I take a step closer to her. “I don’t feel a single ounce of regret or guilt for the things I’ve said to you.” I take another step. “In fact, if I could do it all over again, I’d say the exact same things to you, some probably even worse.”
I’m right in front of her now. I watch her pulse flutter at the base of her throat, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Oh,” I say, a grin sliding across my lips. “You feel guilt for the things I said to you because you liked it, didn’t you?”
“No.” She swallows. “It was disgusting and rude.”
I chuckle, running my hand through my hair as I move closer to her. “No need to pretend with me anymore, Em; he’s not here. You can admit it made your pussy wet when I mentioned fucking you.”
Before I can take a step back to put some distance between us, her hand is landing square across my jaw again. Apparently, this is something she’s grown to enjoy doing to me, but I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.
I grab a fistful of her ponytail, wrapping it around my fist in one swift move. My tumbler has fallen to floor at my feet, but I don’t care. I tug on her hair, pulling her head backward so that she has no choice but to look at me.
“You do that one more time and I swear to God, I will make sure it’s the last thing you do.” Her eyes are defiant as she stares back at me. I tug her hair harder. “Understand?”
Instead of an answer, I’m met with her saliva as she spits into my face. I close my eyes, wiping it off with the sleeve of my shirt, slowly bringing my other hand to her throat before she realizes it. I walk her backward till she slams against the wall.
“I am not in the mood for your attitude.” I grit the words out slowly, my fingers tightening against the side of her throat. “You show up to my home and pull this shit?” I tug her hair again. “This is your last chance to walk out of my house right now.”
“Or what?” Her defiance has reached a new level. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this angry. She’s crossed the threshold of fear and is now goading me, teasing me even.
I lean in, my lips hovering over hers as I press my erection against her belly.
“I will fuck the disobedience out of you.”
This time, I’m fully prepared to catch her hand when she brings it up to slap me, but it never comes. Her eyes narrow as her hand moves between us till she finds my cock. I look down, watching her delicate fingers wrap around me through my pants. My eyes flutter at her touch, then quickly dart back up to hers.
“Prove it.”
“Don’t fucking tease me, Emery.” The words are so strangled I’m surprised they even make sense. “You have no idea.” I don’t finish the sentence. I can’t. Her touch is driving me wild.
A coy grin I’ve never seen before settles over her full lips.
“Make it hurt.”
7
EMERY
Idon’t know what I’m doing; I just know I need to feel something besides anger and hurt. I need to get out my frustration and I’ve tried damn near everything else. Guilt creeps in the second the words leave my mouth, but it’s not enough to make me want to stop.
I won’t lie, I’ve wondered over the years if I were to call Mads on his bullshit if he’d actually deliver. I always thought he’d say no, that he wouldn’t actually cheat with his best friend’s wife, and maybe he wouldn’t have if Dane were still here… but he’s not.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Emery.” His breath is warm against my lips, and I want to lean forward and close the distance, but he has me pinned against the wall by my throat.
“Yes, I do.” I squeeze his cock harder.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You really fucking don’t.” He lifts his head, releasing my throat and sliding his hand up behind my head, his thumb along my jaw. “If I take you upstairs, there’s no coming back from it. I will rip this dress from your body and show you zero mercy.”
My body trembles. From fear? A little, but mostly excitement… anticipation. When Madden Bishop makes a threat, it’s a promise. One thing I do know about him is he not only means it, but he will follow through on it. I know that if I’m not serious about this, if there’s any ounce of doubt, I need to walk out now. I square my shoulders, that coiled up ribbon of excitement slowly uncurling into a burning desire in my lower belly.
“Take me.”
I barely finish the statement before he’s dragging me through the living room toward the main staircase. My heels catch on the rug as I struggle to keep up. I half expect him to grab me and toss me over his shoulder again, but he doesn’t. When we get to the top of the stairs, he holds out his hand toward me. I slide my hand into his slowly, looking up at him.
His eyes darken to an impossible shade of black. I can feel my breathing accelerate as he tugs me toward him again, his hand sliding up my side to my neck. He tilts my head to the side, his lips coming so close to mine.
Kiss me.
