She smirked.
“Great. Let’s go kill whoever this guy is, and then you can get on your knees and show me just how much you love me. Now where’s my gun?”
She turned and walked back to the car like she fucking owned it. Hell, I guess she owned me, so it made sense.
Something crossed my mind though.
I overtook her in seconds. My arm around her neck and the other grabbing a wrist.
I was far stronger than her, and so was almost anyone out there. What would she have done had Reggie tried to take advantage of her, not just hit her?
I leaned down toward her ear.
“Fight me. Show me you could stop me from hurting you.”
She slammed her heel on my foot and struggled to move her arms under the one around her neck to force more space so she could breathe. She was able to twist herself in my arms and I’ll be damned if she didn’t grip my gun and pull it on me.
“Is that what you wanted to see, Romy-poo?”
I grabbed the gun from her, backing her against the car.
“Yes, Butterfly. It was.”
I hadn’t meant to run the gun along her thigh, but it was in my hand and she was mine for the taking. The way she bit her lip and let the slightest little moan leave those sexy lips?
“Why, Emilee, do you like being threatened?”
I kissed her earlobe, sucking the skin in between my teeth. I slid the gun over her thigh, sliding the barrel up the inside of her soft skin.
“Do you like the feel of my gun?”
She sucked in a breath.
“Do you like…” I kissed my way over her jawline, down her neck.
I kept the safety on, but I sure as shit teased her by brushing her slit.
“Do you like feeling vulnerable?”
I abruptly pulled it away and put the gun back in my holster, leaving her to breathe heavily and stand stunned as I opened the door.
I smirked and finally saw the appeal of the way she always pulled away after teasing me.
“Emilee, get your ass in the car.”
FOUR
emilee
I’d been proposedto at least three times that I can think of and all of them were forced and just stupid. All of them wanted my father’s power. Roman? Well, it wasn’t the proposal I’d wanted. I didn’t even think he meant it. Which was fine.
The I love you though?
Epic.
What would I do with it? I had no idea. Use it against him? Probably. Use it for my own evil purposes? Definitely. But really, at the end of the day, I didn’t know what those were until I was in the moment. Poor guy. In this moment though, he was doing what I’d asked, even if I’d never really said it. I wanted to be trusted. Be a part of something.
“Romy-poo, why is it always this basement?” I asked as we went down the same familiar stairs that he’d taken me down once before.