Page 124 of Snitches and Serpents

His wicked smile widens.

“No,” I say, raising a finger in warning. “Don’t do that. Don’t look at me like that. I need to study.” I point towards the stairs in the hallway behind him. “Go and take that shower.”

“Alright.”

He straightens from the doorframe and uncrosses his arms. But instead of turning around and walking away, he reaches for the first button on his dress shirt.

My heart flips.

“What are you doing?” I ask, need pulsing through me as Tristan deftly unbuttons his shirt.

His smile is downright villainous as he holds my gaze. “I can’t very well take a shower with my clothes on, now can I?”

Before I can reply, he slips the shirt off his broad shoulders.

My heart leaps, and a small noise comes from the back of my throat.

Without the white dress shirt, his honed body and his breathtaking tattoos become visible. My clit throbs. God, it should be illegal to be that hot.

Tristan walks up to the table and drapes his shirt over the back of the chair right across from me. My pulse thrums in my ears as I drag my gaze over his half-naked body.

It’s incredible. With the dress shirt on, he looks like a successful engineer. And shirtless, he looks like a ruthless MMA fighter who would beat someone up if they dared to look at his girl the wrong way. Which is exactly what he is. Both. Both the engineer and the ruthless punisher.

And I love it. I love all contrasting sides of him. I love him.

On the other side of the table, Tristan reaches down towards the button on his pants.

I blink, pulling myself out of my stupor and instead snapping my gaze back down to the papers before me. I will not let him distract me. I’m stronger than this. I will not lose to his wicked games. I will?—

“Mrs. Kane.”

Lightning crackles through me, and my gaze instinctively darts towards the wedding ring on my finger. Mrs. Kane. God, I love it when he says that.

“Yes, Mr. Kane?” I reply as I look back up at him again.

My heart jolts in my chest as I find him standing there in only a pair of black boxers. The ache in my clit intensifies, making me squirm in my chair.

His eyes glint as he flashes me a sly smile. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me in the shower?”

“Yep. Uh-huh. Completely,” I managed to press out.

“I see. Well, I guess you leave me no choice then.”

Before I can so much as blink, he has rounded the corner and pulled my chair out from the table. I let out a yelp as he grabs me by the hips, lifts me out of the chair, and then throws me over his shoulder.

I blink, completely stunned, as he starts walking towards the hallway.

“Hey,” I blurt out. “No. Wait. What are you doing?”

“I’m kidnapping you, of course. As you well know, I’m not above resorting to that kind of thing to get what I want.”

Trying to brace my palms on his back, I squirm on his shoulder, but his arm around my body keeps me mercilessly trapped. I wiggle harder as he starts up the steps.

He gives my ass a firm slap.

I gasp, and lust floods my veins.

My pussy throbs with need. God, I love it when he dominates me like this.

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