Page 5 of Wolves Bound by Desire

“Your father and mine are a lot alike.”

“Both assholes, huh?”

“With non-assholes for children.”

That enlisted the smile he’d hoped for. “I know I’m not an asshole, but you…”

“Hey, I haven’t been anything but a perfect gentleman to you.”

“A perfect gentleman doesn’t rip thongs.” She sauntered toward him, hips swaying, breasts bouncing.

“A minor lapse of judgment.”

Misti placed a hand on his chest. “Will you pay for it?”

“The thong?”

“The sex.” Her eyes were half-lidded, and she bit her lower lip. Damn, she was amazing. Just her standing there and looking at him was enough for him to get rock hard.

He claimed her hand and lifted it to his mouth. Gently, he kissed her knuckles. “I’ll pay for it, yes.”

“With what?”

All he wanted to do was lift her into the air and slam her down onto his cock. He wanted to taste her sweet juices, to make her orgasm so strongly she shrieked his name loud enough for it to echo. He wanted to pleasure her and be pleasured in return.

“I’ll accept any punishment you deem necessary.”

She parted her lips, revealing her perfect white teeth. “And if I claim your throat?”

“I already offered it to you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I fought you legitimately and—”

“My life is all but forfeit. If even you will turn against me, what other recourse do I have than to try and find a measure of death that will not be as painful as the ones our fathers will bestow on me?”

She yanked her hand free from his grasp and touched his neck. “You held back, yes, but you could have thrown me from you at any time.”

He nodded. It was impossible to read her facial expression.

“I was ready to kill you,” she murmured.

“Are you glad you didn’t?”

Her tongue darted out and licked her lips. Suddenly, she pulled his head down and kissed him. It was almost chaste, and rather quick, but full of promise as well.

“You might say that.” Her fingers entwined around his neck, and she swayed her body closer to his.

“I would do just about anything for you,” he blurted out.

Misti pulled away, her eyes suddenly cold. “Why would you say that?”

He sighed and reached for her hand, but she crossed her arms and glared at him. The truth might not help him here, but a lie might make things even worse.

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“You don’t even know me.” Misti threw up her hands. “So we slept together one time—”

“And it was epic.” He grinned cockily.

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