Page 39 of Moros

I went sailing by him and fell to my back on the bed. Before I could get up again, his large frame was over me, pressing me to the bed. His hips landed on mine as he lifted both my arms over my head to hold me down.

“I was hoping we could have a conversation.” Khadri’s voice was low but dangerous. “But it seems you like doing things the hard way. So, Shorty, let’s talk.”

I tried struggling.

“Get off me!” I demanded.

“Tell me why you’re so angry.” Khadri ignored my command.

Once again, I tried flipping off me to the bed. Instead of releasing me, he knelt over me, lowered his ass to my thighs but kept holding my arms.

“You know how to make this stop.” He told me.

“I don’t want Pasha to walk in here with you on top of me.” I told him. “I’m not kidding, I will stab her if she comes for me again. She will not talk to me like that because you’re fucking her. Now, get off me.”

Khadri laughed softly but lowered his mouth to the side of my head to nip at my ear. He shifted his body to stretch his weight on top of me.

“You tell me you want me to let you go, Shorty.” He growled softly by my ear.

I inhaled and held the breath.

“But your nipples against my chest is saying something entirely different.” He teased. “You’re telling me, if I handcuffed your wrists together and slide my hand into your panties, you won’t be wet and ready for me.”

I glared at him.

“We like the truth, don’t we, Shorty?”

“That is none of your business.” I managed. “I refuse to be anyone’s mistress.”

Khadri sighed and met my eyes.

“Pasha and I aren’t together.” He told me. “I think you know that already.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Here’s the deal.” Khadri paused. “We’re going to fight this thing that seems to be happening between us because that’s how we’re built. But we both know sooner or later, we’re going to end up in a bed together and we’ll be naked with you tied to it. Now, do you prefer I tell you I told you so while you’re coming or after?”

“You’re disgusting.”

He smirked at me.

“I know why you don’t want me to touch you.” His voice was small, sad. “It sucks—but not new.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.

The smile that flickered across his lips was fast, like a flash of light through a thick darkness. Nodding, he climbed off the bed.

But my body was too turned on and weak to move.

“You’re free, Shorty.” He walked away to stand by the window. “You can run away now.”

“I wasn’t running.”

“No?” He didn’t face me. “What would you call it?”

“I don’t do well with drama. And I know you say you and Pasha aren’t dating. I can’t believe that.”

“Then that’s a you problem.” He didn’t say anything else.

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