Page 29 of Mine to Ruin

She’s too good for me. I don’t want my past to catch up with her. I’ll just dirty her up, and I can’t have her, all for my baby brother who is free to have my woman.

The need crawling inside my veins to have her is tearing me up. I punch the elevator code, wondering where I put my damn key card. A smile slips from my lips.

I am going crazy because of her. With every digit I enter, my finger trembles with torment.

I turn the lights on and discard my jacket. I am halfway toward the bar, needing something strong to knock my desire out when I notice the door to my sanctuary is open. My body tenses and goes into a fight mode. I sprint into the room, banging the door on the wall.

A curly head and a familiar bandana pops over the couch frame.

This woman is unbelievable. I don’t know if I should laugh my ass off or bend her over and spank her.

Her eyes widen and she shrieks. “You scared me!”

“Really? I scared you?”

Crashing from the adrenaline rush, I prop against the wall, crossing my ankles.

Ellia bites that lower lip I keep dreaming about. “I can explain.”

My curiosity piqued, I lift an eyebrow, waiting.

“So, I trespassed,” she says, her soft voice playing in my ear like a ballad.

I suppress a chuckle and approach her. “So, little criminal...”

She lifts her eyes, teeth raking over lower lip once more, nearly putting me on my knees with all that innocence and softness.

“I have no idea what came over me. I’m sorry.” She might say she’s sorry, but her eyes reflect defiance. Her defiance is fucking sexy and stirs my cock to life.

She presses the key card in my hand.

“Where did you get it?” I know exactly where she got it though. It was Brandon. I left him alone for one minute in the office today and he took advantage.

Her body stiffens, and she tilts her head. Avoiding the question will get her nowhere. I turn her face to me with my thumb

She stammers, “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“What if I promise I won’t do it again?” she asks, while her brows knot up in question, not even her body believes it.

Fuck if I care if she trespasses every night, as long as she stays.

I cup her face in my hand, and the tip of our noses touch. Her lips find mine, and my resolve fades to dust when I get a taste of my addiction, vivid and warm, light and sweet.

“What are you doing to me…” I whisper and our eyes lock.

“Kian…”

I clench my jaw. “I am not a good man.”

She sighs, and I caress her cheek.

“You kissed me.” My voice turns raspy. I can feel my resolve slipping, my heart pummeling at my chest. Mine, mine, mine. Take, take, take.

“I thought it was time I took control,” she says as her lips find mine again.

I am truly fucked. There is nothing sexier than a woman taking what she wants. She drags me next to her on the couch.

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