Page 10 of Mister Stark

I closed my eyes for a brief second as I shivered underneath his powerful wrath and couldn’t help the desire coursing through me. It mixed with hatred and forged a war inside of me. A battle I could never escape with him this close to me and I couldn’t understand it.

He chuckled slightly. It crawled over my skin and my eyes shot open. “You may have my son wrapped around your pretty little finger, but not me. You will never have my company. I will die before it ever happens, young lady.”

The sudden room temperature changed, and I wasn’t sure if it rose because of his closeness or his rude attitude, but I had enough. If it was war he wanted, he got it. He chose the wrong woman to mess with. I had enough bite for his never-ending bark.

I peered up into his deep gaze with the same distaste he showed me. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Mr. Stark, but our future children might.”

My lips curled into a smirk I knew he’d hate and he pushed off of my chair with frustration. He let out a low growl from somewhere inside his wickedness, and I knew I had won this battle.

He flattened his tie, straightened his back and snapped. “We’ll see about that, pretty young thing.”

Mr. Daxon Stark hated me, and I couldn’t stand him.

That day proved to be the beginning of a mistrustful relationship and it wouldn’t end soon. He was a grouchy thorn that would prick me at any opportunity he got. He was the prick who wanted to see me out on my ass and as far away from D.S. Industries as possible. But unluckily for him, I wasn’t going anywhere.

SIX

Beach Day

Music flowed throughthe air and surrounded me as I stretched out on my stomach and my skin soaked up the sun. I could hear laughter and chatter as people went by. The beach Dylan picked wasn’t a secluded location, but I didn’t mind.

The rays heated my flesh and sizzled as time passed. I untied my bikini top and knew I wouldn’t have a tan line. It was all part of the plan. Being lazy and relaxing on the beach was what I loved to do most. But just being here was a much-needed treat.

Suddenly, sand kicked up in my face and I gazed up to see long legs run away from me. I brushed the sand off and made a face. Anger bubbled to the surface, and I wanted to tell him where to shove it. People should watch where they were going. But my fiancé caught my eye, and the rage faded.

His toned beach body flexed with each movement as his eyes caught mine and I couldn’t look away. He had me trapped with each step as he made his way towards me and ran his hands through his wet hair. His pecks glistened in the sun, abs of steel rippled down to his torso and his swimming trunks hung loosely on his hips. Women watched him as he passed by, but he didn’t pay attention to them.

He was all mine.

My mouth watered and wanted him. He could read it in my eyes and once he was by my side, he smiled wickedly down at me. There was no denying him.

“Hey, handsome.” I breathed as I pointed towards my bare back. “Want to help me with this?”

“Oh, I absolutely do.” He grinned and got to work.

He bent down beside me and ran his fingers slowly up my skin. They started right above my bikini bottom and worked their way up. Inch by inch created an intoxicating desire to have him, and I knew he wanted it, too. He grasped each string in his fingers and tied them together while my breathing hitched into overdrive.

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