Page 29 of The Warlord

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So, instead of following through with what Iwantedto do, I forced my feet into motion and walked the few feet to the car. Torin shut the door behind me, and I exhaled. I’d done it. I’d walked away. But…

I inhaled and smelled her—her scent lingering in the interior.

“Jesusfuck,” I grumbled, holding my head in my hands and shutting my eyes. I took in one more breath, then opened my eyes to find myself staring at the Louboutins she’d slipped off her feet. Reaching down, I picked up one shoe and studied it.

She’d probably want them returned.

I should take them back to her.

“I need a minute,” I said to Torin.

Scooping up the other black stiletto, I opened the rear door and stepped from the car. The elevator doors were still open, so I rushed inside and pushed the button for Sloane’s floor. I’d just leave them inside the door. At least, that’s what I told myself I’d do until I actually reached her apartment. Then all I wanted to do was open it and see her one last time.

I tried the handle and found the door unlocked. My blood pressure went through the roof, my anger finally having somewhere to go. Yanking open the door, I stepped into the apartment and startled Sloane, who was standing in the kitchen with a tub of ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other.

Her anger made her eyes darken. Jamming the spoon inside the carton, then slamming it onto the counter, she demanded, “What the hell do you think you’re doing barging in here without knocking?”

I stepped toward her. “What the hell do you think you’re doingnotlocking your apartment door behind me?”

She gave me an exasperated look, rolling her eyes. Gesturing to the door, she said, “If you haven’t noticed, I’ve got my own battalion out there guarding this place. If anyone got through all those thugs, then a locked door would hardly stop them. And why are you here? I thought we were done.”

“We’re far from done, lass.”

Dropping the shoes, I took her by the wrist and pulled her into the line of my body. My primed, fucking-rock-hard body. Her mouth parted. Heat simmered in her gaze, and like a fucking moth to the flame, I wanted her more.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, lass.” The urge to mark her seemed to claw at my back, overtaking my common sense. My gaze tracked down her body. The dress—her fucking dress—taunted me. Spinning her around, I pressed her against the counter.

“Your fucking mouth always gets you into trouble. Hands down,” I growled into her ear.

“No.”

Twining her hair around my fist, I bit out, “Hands. Down. Now.”

“Why?”

“Because even though I can’t take you rough like I want to, I can do other things.”

“L-l-like what?” she whimpered.

“I’m going to jerk off onto your beautiful arse. Cover it in my cum. Mark my fucking territory.” I tightened my grip. “Hands down, Sloane.”

I braced for the reminder that she was Finnan’s fiancé, braced for the threat that she’d tell him, so when her delicate pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips and she placed her palms down onto the cool, white marble, I breathed out a sigh of relief. Triumphant, my dick twitched behind the zipper of my slacks, and anticipation coursed through me. With a hand between her shoulder blades, I pressed her forward so her back was straight, and her ass was raised. She laid with her cheek pressed to the cold stone, her gray eyes on me.

“Stay there.”

I lifted the hem of her dress, sliding the clinging material up over her ass and settling it above her hips. Her violet panties were sheer. Lace. Half covering her glorious ass. I slapped one cheek, then the other, noticing how she shifted her weight, squeezing her thighs together.

“You like that, baby? I knew you enjoyed me turning your arse pink.”

“I hate you.” The words would’ve had more power if she hadn’t mewled them while trying to find relief from the friction.

“Yeah, I bet you do.” Unzipping my slacks, my cock sprang free of the confines. Gripping it at the base, I slid my hand up the hard length, unable to stop the groan that bubbled up from my throat. Sloane shifted restlessly on the spot. Her pussy was still hidden behind the lace of her panties, but I could see she was already wet.

“Is that cunt soaked?” I asked, releasing the tension on her hair.

Her eyes fluttered shut with the rush of endorphins. “Yes.”

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