Still trying to straighten from my manhandling, she snaps her head towards me at the sound of the lock clicking. Then she narrows her eyes at me. “Seriously?”
“We could’ve had this conversation down in the living room. But you complained that you couldn’t hear anything. So now here we are.” I flash her a sharp smile. “In an empty room. With no witnesses.”
The bedroom is deserted, but not technically empty. There is a double bed with neutral white sheets by the wall behind Elle, and a closet and a full-length mirror to my left. But there are no personal effects anywhere, which makes me think that this is some sort of guestroom or something.
Elle just scoffs in reply, and then brushes her hands down her dress to smoothen it out. I start towards her while she reaches up to fix her ponytail.
When she sees me advancing on her, she quickly drops her hands from her hair again. But before she can take a step back, I’m already right in front of her. Yanking up a hand, I grip her chin, forcing her to remain where she is and to maintain eye contact.
“Now, let’s try this again,” I say, my voice laced with threats. “What the hell are you doing here?”
She smirks up at me. Fucking smirks. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smirk before. The sight of it makes lightning flicker through my veins and blood rush to my cock.
“Apparently,” she begins, her eyes glinting and a mocking tone lacing her voice. “If you’re rich enough, you can buy yourself out of practically anything.”
I start in surprise. Partly because she threw my own words back in my face with flawless cockiness, but also because of what her words actually mean.
Elle Summers, the girl who has never even jaywalked, bribed a police officer?
“Shocked?” she mocks. Then her gaze sharpens. “Yeah, that’s how I felt when I realized that you had set me up.”
I tighten my grip on her jaw as I stare her down with equally hard eyes. “You deserved it.”
“I sucked your cock!” she snaps. Her chest rises and falls with angry breaths as she glares up at me. “I begged you on my knees and then sucked your cock, and you still had me arrested.”
My cock hardens even more at the memory, but I force myself to ignore it as I instead give her a vicious smile. “I never told you to do that. You decided to do it on your own.” I shrug. “And what guy would ever say no when someone willingly offers a blowjob?”
Embarrassment sears her cheeks.
I laugh and then release her jaw. “So, sucking my cock? That was all you, sweetheart.”
Her cheeks are flaming red now, and lightning dances in her eyes as she raises a hand and stabs her finger against my chest. “You still agreed. You promised that we would be done if I did you a favor.”
“Yeah, well, guess what? I lied.”
“You son of a bitch!” She shoves at my chest with both hands.
The moment her hands land on my chest, dark desire flashes through my veins again. My cock aches. Fucking hell, I need her to stop touching me.
Yanking up my hands, I grab her wrists and force her palms away from my chest. “I swear to God, if you put your hands on me one more fucking time, I will?—”
“You’ll do what? Come in your pants like a horny teenager?”
A jolt shoots through me. What the actual fuck? I have never heard her speak like this. Never heard her use words like cock or speak vulgarly in any way.
My gaze drops to her lips. Those perfect fucking lips.
Who knew that the stuck-up little Elle Summers had such a dirty mouth?
“You see this?” she suddenly says, her tone mocking, as she nods towards me. “This is what I’m talking about. You wanted me to suck your cock.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I?—”
“You seriously think I can’t tell? Back in that alley, you kissed me like you’ve been starving for it for years.”
“It was a ruse to plant the knife on you, remember? And besides, you kissed me back just as fiercely.”
“And then back in your room, when you bent me over the desk, I could feel how hard your cock was. I could feel it pressing against my ass.” She yanks her hands out of my grip and gives me a knowing smirk. “You might hate me, but you want me. Admit it.”