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No, it was more than that. It wasn’t just wanted to see what would happen. I needed to. I needed it like I needed air to breathe. And in any case, I was about to find out.

Chapter 9 - Lev

Ever since I’d felt Parker’s stare on my skin, coming into consciousness to see her raking those green eyes over my tattoos, I’d been on the brink of claiming her. I couldn’t understand why I’d let her look like that, why scaring her had tickled me so much, and I wasn’t about to take the time to examine myself for the answer.

There was something else, something much darker, that was ruling me right now.

Parker’s skittish innocence made my mind spin, the desire to take it all for myself thickening my cock. She’d looked me over, her own arousal coloring her gaze, and it was all I could do not to throw her on the damn bed right that moment and drive myself inside her. I still didn’t know her true motives in all this, however. How far would she go to escape? Would she ever play nice like I demanded from her?

I need to know. I need to…find out.

Stalking after her toward the bathroom, I couldn’t stop the smirk as she refused to turn her back on me. Parker was smart, damn smart and I liked it. The calculation in her eyes mirrored my own, and watching her war against her logical mind and the part of her that enjoyed this too much was a damn treat.

Because I knew she did. I could see it in her eyes. If I reached into her panties right now, I knew I’d find her so very ready for me. I caught it all in her lidded stare as I’d held her throat.

And fuck if I wasn’t hard as a damn rock because of it.

Which is a problem, Lev. Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. That’s your MO.

Arguing in my head wasn’t helping me, however. It was true that I’d never had a problem keeping things short and superficial in every other circumstance. Still, none of that changed the fact that there was just something about Parker. She did…something to me, and I could scarcely control myself whenever we interacted.

As much as I wanted to know why Parker got under my skin like she did, I had another more pressing matter standing right in front of me. She’d reached the shower but sidestepped the door to sit down on the rim of the bathtub. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked up at me defiantly, and there was that tempting flicker of brattiness behind her stare.

“You missed.” I nodded at the shower. “It’s over there.”

Parker clenched her jaw, unblinking as she just held my glare.

“If you won’t do it yourself,” I stepped closer to her, looking down at her, “I’ll do it for you.”

She adjusted on the tub, a shiver running down her body, but Parker didn’t move. She didn’t even break eye contact. Oh, really? That’s how you want to play this? Fine. Let’s test the limits, shall we?

I didn’t look away as I leaned into the shower and cranked on the water. I made it warm enough but not overly so and then reached the dual-heads to turn off the handheld sprayer. The overhead rainfall mount took over, and I came back in front of Parker.

She still just stared, but I could see the tiniest bit of a smirk tipping up the corner of her mouth. Oh, you’re in for it now.

Grabbing her shoulders, I hauled Parker up onto her feet. I wasn’t about to ask at this point. We’d fully established that she wasn’t going to listen, and I had zero problem with taking matters into my own hands. I shoved Parker’s arms open, cocking a brow to give her another chance and doing things for herself. She just stared. Little brat.

I studied her PJs for a moment, deciding to go for the pants first and draw out the eventual reveal of those tits of hers. The was no bra under there to keep her covered. I knew that for a fact, so this was me being merciful.

Yanking the fleece bottoms down, I lifted Parker’s right foot out of them and then her left. The creamy glow of her alabaster skin was lovely in the soft light of the bathroom, and I was nearly salivating as I took in the gorgeous array of freckles on her legs. Without the mask of the pants, I could appreciate the curves of Parker’s thighs, loving the delicious heart shape of her ass.

She had socks on as well, two pairs, in fact, and as I took off the second set, something distinctly hard grabbed my attention.

I looked up from my knee. Parker’s eyes were a bit wider, and her lips were parted as she drew in a shaky breath. It was stunning.

“What’s this?”

Sliding the letter opener from my desk out from her socks, I raised my brows at her. Frankly, I was impressed that she’d thought to try such as thing.

“Tsk, tsk.” I set the thing on the counter, glaring at her enough to instill the threat of punishment if she went for it.

Parker swallowed hard, chewing on her lip. Such a sneaky little thing.

As I pulled myself back up to stand, I raked my eyes across her panties. It was more than obvious that she wasn’t expecting anything to happen. The ruffled cotton depicted some type of anime-like character. A cat, if I wasn’t mistaken, and the silly fact that it was drinking some kind of bubble tea was the cherry on top.

When I met her eyes again, Parker was breathing harder, and she instinctively squeezed her legs closer together. She hadn’t bothered folding her arms again, however. She didn’t kick at me or try to run either. Because she’s enjoying this, no matter what she might say.

“Are you going to make me take off the top as well?” Her lip trembled just enough to be noticeable, and Parker’s eyes widened. “Or are you going to stop being a brat and do it yourself?”

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