Page 38 of Guarded Rebellion

“You happy now?” I taunted, so mad I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to breathe evenly again. “Are you satisfied that you snuck out and almost had that bastard rape you? Huh?”

“I just wanted?—”

“What?” I demanded walking up into her space until she backpedaled toward the living room. Tripping and slightly losing her stance as she backed into furniture, she frowned as she remained locked on my gaze.

“What? You wantedwhat, Eva?” I tore off my coat then tossed it to a chair as she reached the sofa. The backs of her knees hit the cushions, but she caught herself from falling down to them, still watching me.

“You wanted attention from some loser?” I closed in on her space, desperate and lost to the insane need of changing the facts of this night. I couldn’t stomach the memory of another man touching her. Of another man trying to take what wasn’t his.

Eva wasn’tmineeither. But I couldn’t convince myself to believe that.

I wanted her.

I needed her to be mine, right fucking now. A feral streak of possessiveness claimed me as I got right up into her face and gripped the back of her neck.

Her brow creased as she narrowed her eyes, pouting andstillsassy as I approached her. “You’re desperate for a man to pay attention to you? Fine.”

I crashed my lips down on hers, savoring the potent spark of forbidden contact between us. She gasped, shocked, but as I stole her breath and angled her to better submit under the pressure of my mouth on hers, my tongue alongside hers, moans followed. Hers. Moans and whimpers, especially when I reared back.

“Is that what you want? You want a man to pay attention to you?”

She gasped, glowering at me with such insistent hatred that I couldn’t stop myself from demanding more. I slammed my mouth back down on hers, drowning in pure lust from the feel of her breaths mixing with mine, her lips sliding and brushing over mine.

“Tell me!” I ordered when I broke for air again. Her hands came up to lay on my chest, and I lowered my arms. Locking her in a tight embrace, I gave her no chance to think of slippingaway. Of pushing me away. “Tell me. Is this what you fucking want?”

“I want…” The need in her tone was my undoing. The desire damning me from her dreamy gaze pushed me past the point of return. But it was her reaching up to me, trying to kiss me again, that edged me into caving.

Kissing her harder, I lowered my hands to her ass. I clutched her, digging my fingers into the juicy globes. And she keened into my mouth like an animal in heat.

“You want a man to give it to you?” I growled, unable to stop escalating this anger-laced need that consumed me.

I ripped away from her wet lips. She pouted at the sudden stop to our kiss. As I pushed her shoulder, prompting her to fall to the couch, I kept my fingers on the edge of her panties.

She lowered to the cushions, but I remained standing with her panties—ripped at the seams and still in my hands.

“Is this what you’re acting out for?” I dropped to my knees, flicking her dress up and forcing her legs to widen apart. Making room for myself, I dipped my head toward her, ready to give her another lesson on discipline. “Huh?”

Her wide-open gaze locked on me as I stared up at her. Without delay, I moved my face to her pussy, open and bared just for me. Pausing an inch away, so she’d feel the warmth from my breath, I pushed her thighs further apart.

“You looking for a man to make you feel good?” I snarled, damning her to even think about doing so with anyone other thanme.

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EVA

“No.” I uttered it on a weak exhale, trying not to pass out from the rush of desire.

He hovered over my pussy, staring up at me with such wicked heat in his eyes that I swore I wouldn’t survive this unexpected rush to intimacy.

It was hot. It was fast. And fuck, I couldn’t keep up with this swarm of lust and excitement filling me.

“No?” he taunted in a growl. “You weren’t asking for this?” He lowered his mouth to me, parting his lips and dragging his tongue over my entrance. Heat lanced through me. My heart threatened to give out. Air couldn’t fill me fast enough, and I never wanted it to stop.

“You weren’t begging for attention?” he demanded. “Huh? You didn’t want to act out until you got a man to give it to you?”

I shook my head, panting and whimpering with need. “I didn’t want a man. I wasn’t trying to get a man’s attention.”

He chuckled, a filthy, gritty sound that sent shivers racing over my skin. Hearing him make that kind of a naughty, roguish laughter was my undoing. Like he knew he was in control. As though he realized that I was putty in his hands—literally.

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