Page 33 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

She crouched down in front of me as she began cleaning the wound on my thigh. I sat there in my shorts, enjoying her trying not to get too close. I would fucking prefer her on her knees facing me but after my suspicions, I didn’t want to get close to her. Somehow, she always made me say more than I wanted.

"Dickhead." She whispered in a barely audible voice but I heard.

"Seems like you have a dirty mouth." I said, grabbing her by the neck. Her eyes widened and I smirked coldly. "Keep talking dirty and I’ll have to wash it out for you."

Our eyes met and I could smell her intoxicating arousal coating her in temptation. Fucking nymph. I glared at her coldly.

"Don’t disrespect me." I warned, letting go of her.

She simply gave me another dirty glare and went back to cleaning my leg. Once she was done, the wound was already healing.

"Right all done." She said through gritted teeth.

Moving back, she made to stand up - only for her ankle to give way. She stumbled, falling to her knee in front of me. She grabbed my thighs to stop herself from falling, her face inches from my crotch. Her pupils dilated and I tensed, feeling myself twitch.

Well, fuck.

She looked up slowly and I knew she could fucking hear my heart too.

"What? Want to take care of my dick too?"

She blushed and quickly moved back.

"No! Even if you were the last man on earth, I wouldn’t fuck you!" She snapped, turning her back on me. I smirked.

"Who said anything about fucking?"

She glared and I smirked coldly at her.

"I can tell when a person lies, and you’re fucking turned on." I said, now standing up.

"You wish."

"Seems like that boy’s really not cutting it."

I hit a nerve, that was for sure when she turned and glared at me with anger burning in her now brilliant purple eyes.

"Thanks to you, you almost wrecked Damon and Liam’s relationship."

"Shame, it was probably not strong enough if something so small could break it." I taunted coldly, turning to leave.

I sensed her lunge at me and I turned in a flash, grabbing her by the neck. I slammed her against the wall, making her wince but still, she didn’t let out a sound. She was fucking stubborn - and clearly had no control over her fucking emotions.

"I told you, countless times, don’t fucking disrespect me." I growled. My face was inches away from hers.

"You’re all talk." She spat icily.

"Don’t push me so far that I show you the monster I am."

Her anger calmed slightly and she looked away. I'm guessing she remembered her words about not getting angry with me. Well, whatever the fuck worked….

My gaze fell to her plump lips. Would one taste really make a fucking difference?

"Let go of me." She commanded. I narrowed my eyes and tightened my hold on her neck.

"I make the rules."

She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

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