Page 19 of Fiercely Protective

“Never.”

He leaned closer and let his fingers brush my hair away from the side of my neck before he leaned over and pressed a small kiss just below my ear, making me tremble slightly.What the hell was wrong with me?Even after everything he has done, I can’t stop my body from reacting to his touch. His fingers dipped lower and grazed the side of my breast, causing me to suck in a breath. Then before I could protest, he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me down the hallway to his bedroom. I shrieked, but there was no one to hear me, and even if they did, this was his building, and I knew no one would dare to challenge him.

I thrashed around, pummeling his back with my fists, earning a rather hard smack to my ass, causing me to suck in a deep breath of air.

“If you don’t stop moving around so much, I’m going to drop you.”

“Go to hell! I hate you!”

“Now is that any way for us to start a new relationship?”

He tossed me on the bed, momentarily stealing my breath, and quickly moved over me, gripping one hand over my head and snapping the handcuffs over my wrist before securing the other cuff to the headboard. I kicked at him and pulled, trying to free myself, but he simply gave me that one-sided grin that made him look like sin itself, which in turn made my anger intensify.

His gaze lingered on me with seductive intensity. “If you would stop fighting long enough, you might take a minute to appreciate how we could take this situation and turn it into something much more pleasurable.”

I glared at him. “Fuck. You. The only thing that would give me pleasure right now is seeing your heart ripped from your chest.”

He pulled on my wrist again and moved to stand closer to me. “Ooh, violent, I like it.” He chuckled before turning serious again. “Stop fighting the restraints, love. You can’t free yourself and pulling against them will only damage the skin on your wrist.” He picked up my free hand and turned it over to press a kiss on the inside of my wrist before tracing over the lines on my palm. The feel of his warm fingers against my skin instantly made my body grow warmer.

“Has chaining me to your bed been your plan all along?”

He tilted his head to the side as he traced over the curve of my cheek. “Hmm, keep talking like that, love, and you will find out much sooner exactly what plans I have for you.”

He removed his jacket and tossed it on the other side of the bed. “I am going to shower and get ready for bed. If you had been more polite, you could have joined me. As it is, you can sit there and think about what you are missing.”

He whipped his shirt over his head and try as I may, I couldn’t pull my eyes from him. He was so damn sculpted and despite my best efforts, I looked my fill. He removed his pants and stood before me naked. The sight made my throat dry. He was the most magnificent specimen of a man I had ever seen. His cock jutted out hard, thick, and long. Our little altercation must have turned him on, and he was unashamed at showing me the evidence of his desire. I felt the heat building between my thighs and my panties grew damp despite my best efforts to push his image from my mind. I looked away and closed my eyes, hoping to squash the burning fire that had ignited inside me at the sight of him. I took one more peek through my hooded eyelids to see him grip his dick and stroke once before turning his back to me and walking into the bathroom. I heard the shower running and tried to shut out the erotic images that kept popping up in my imagination.

I had to think of something, some way to turn things in my favor…and I had to get out of these damn cuffs. Once he was out of the shower, I had a feeling that he had every intention of continuing what we started the night I met him at the club, and while I had adamantly stated that I would not give into his wants and desires, I wasn’t so confident in my abilities to do so. While the man infuriated me, I didn’t understand the desire that I wasfeeling, the desire to throw caution to the wind and give in and take what he was offering.

Rogue

Bri’s anger wasn’t unexpected. However, I was disappointed that she tried to run from me and even more so that I didn’t anticipate it. When I called downstairs and told the guards to stop her, I should have been more specific and told them to do so without touching her. The fury I felt when I saw her being manhandled and restrained almost made me lose control. I wanted to kill them when I saw how tightly they were gripping her arms; nobody would touch her but me. And while I was hoping that would be a great deal more touching of her tonight, it seems as if my lost little angel was not as receptive to the idea as I was hoping.

There was no doubt that with some effort, I could make her forget the anger she was feeling. I stared into the bathroom mirror, trying not to think about her lying cuffed to my bed. I had never had a woman that haunted my thoughts like this before. This was new to me. Women had always been forgettable and convenient for the time I had them in my company, but once I grew bored, I found it easy to walk away and never look back.

But not with Bri. I wanted her here with me now. There was an intense need for her to want me. I craved her acceptance of me, all of me, and everything that I am, both man and monster. I turned the shower on and stepped inside, letting the hot water run over me. Pressing my hands against the tile, I lowered my head. My dick was hard as steel, and it ached forrelief. It had been many years since I had sought release by my own hand. Never had a need to. There had always been a woman willing to part her legs or open her mouth for me. Whether it was for my money, the power I possess, or simply the allure to danger, I had never been denied the pleasure a woman could give, until now.

Many of the women I had dated were attracted to the sparkle of the parties and society functions that I attended. Being the lady on my arm brought them the attention they craved. Their pictures taken by the many photographers who stalked the events attended by the rich and powerful of Chicago, being on the society pages of the newspapers and magazines as my newest conquest. All of them wanted what I could give them, but none of them could handle the real monster I kept hidden from most of the world. As soon as the slightest beastly part of me came to light, I knew what they would do. That was one of the reasons I never kept a woman for more than one night, none of them had ever made me want to do so until I saw Bri.

Fuck! I wanted her. I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel with every intention of doing my best to make her see the stupidity of her refusing me and the pleasure I was longing to bring her. I wrapped the towel around my waist and had only taken two steps when the buzz of my cell phone broke through the haze of lust in my brain.

“What the fuck do you want?”

There was a short moment of silence and then a deep grunt before he spoke. “You can meet me at the warehouse, or I can come to the penthouse, either way, we need to talk…now.”

“I’ll be at the warehouse in half an hour.”

I walked back into the bedroom and threw the phone on the bed before moving to the closet to get dressed. I knew from the tone of Blaze’s voice that it was something important, but right now even the urge to commit violence was not nearly as strong as my need for her. It angered me that this woman was so embedded under my skin, and I hoped that whatever Blaze had at the warehouse would allow me to work off some of my frustrations because if I didn’t get some sort of relief soon, there would not be anything to keep me from taking what I wanted so desperately.

I walked out of the closet fully dressed to see Bri trying to squeeze her wrist through the cuffs. “I told you that you will hurt yourself if you don’t stop.”

Her eyes flashed fire as she yanked her hand one more time. “I would rather hurt you.”

I smiled as I walked closer to her. “There will be time for that later, I promise, sweetheart.”

Her eyes narrowed as she took in the clothes I was wearing. “Are you going back to the club?”

I sat beside her and was happy to see that she didn’t shrink away in fear. “Why? Will you miss me?”

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