Page 15 of Savage Game
She tried to muster up more anger and spite, but somehow couldn’t.
Not when he was stroking her hair as he conducted his business.
Tired from keeping her back straight, Charlotte heaved a weary sigh and tried not to lean into him. Somehow, he caught on to her tiredness and splayed his big palm at the side of her head. She stiffened for the briefest moment before she let him push her head against his leg. She shifted into the Relax pose he’d taught her and gave him her weight.
“All right, Demakis. Run the proposal by my marketing team before the weekend, and we’ll schedule an appointment next week to discuss your ideas further.”
He hummed at something the other person said and sifted his fingers through her hair. “Sounds good.” His hand cradled her skull and kneaded, muttering, “Uhuh,” before he returned to stroking again. “Yes, have a nice evening, too.” He disconnected the call and Charlotte bit back a squeak when he curled his hands under her armpits and dragged her from the floor and onto his lap.
Tilting her chin, she decided not to struggle and carefully kept her expression blank.
“Are you ready to talk about what’s gotten into you today?”
Her gut tightened and her mouth went bone dry like she’d taken a bite from an unripe banana. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a logical explanation, one that would appease him and not hurt her. Each thought getting more ridiculous than the one before, she clammed up like an oyster.
She cleared her throat and turned her head away. An unyielding, but careful hand halted the movement and brought her gaze back to his.
“Talk to me, Kittycat. I need to know what’s bothering you so I can fix it.”
She pushed against his arm and struggled to wrench her face out of his grip. “There’s nothing you need to fix. Nothing you can fix.”
Whether from the surprise of her struggle or the venom in her tone, he dropped his hand and she pushed from his lap. He lunged, grabbing her when she stumbled backward and almost fell.
“Careful.”
Her ribs seemed to collapse in on her core and tension built in her muscles. “I don’t want this,” she spat, “Any of this!”
“I think I understand.”
Ha. That is rich. I don’t understand it myself, how can you?
All she knew was how angry and hurt she felt. How strange pent-up restless energy had her revved up and almost bouncing on her feet like a lightweight boxer.
“You have so much pent-up lust, you can’t even think straight.”
She shook her head, her mind clouded with anger and frustration. “Ridiculous.”
“Kittycat, we’ve been engaged in foreplay from the moment you entered my penthouse.”
She clenched her jaw and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Just come out and say it. This is your ploy to fuck me.”
The muscles and veins in his neck strained against the skin.
She recognized that look all too well.
“I am not going to fuck you.”
His eyes flashed dark and dangerous, but he kept his tone measured which scared her even more than Liam in a full-out screaming rage.
He adjusted his hold on her arm so he was beside her and began walking her to the door. “However, you are going to come. I’ll give you two choices: one, I can use toys or two, I will use my hands and mouth.”
What?
She tried to plant her feet, and to her surprise he halted. Before she could heave a relieved breath, he planted his shoulder in her stomach and hoisted her over his shoulder. She struggled against his hold and his grip tightened.
He bounced her into a more comfortable position and with a hand on her ass, and the other hand between her legs, all her struggles were futile.
He chuckled. “For all your defiance, your pussy is a tad wet, Kittycat. Pull in those claws and let me take care of you.”
