Page 36 of King of the Cage

Yes. I really fucking want to.But I’d already given my insane, reckless side free rein last night. I couldn’t make a habit of this, or Elio really would find out, and then there’d be hell to pay.

“Nice try, O’Connor, but I’m not willingly going anywhere with you. I should think that last night would have made that obvious.”

Bran nodded. “Right, well, in that case,” he breathed and then moved so fast I couldn’t do much more than open my mouth in fright.

He leaned into me and grabbed my jaw in a firm grip, keeping me prisoner just like he had last night, and kissed me. His tongue snaked into my mouth, sliding along mine. I shuddered. I pushed at him and bit his lip. He pulled back and chuckled darkly.

“You’re such an asshole,” I muttered, breathing hard.

He nodded, using his thumb to wipe the blood from his full lower lip. “Yep.”

“I didn’t come here for this,” I said.

“Liar.” Bran’s eyes crinkled at the corners.

“I’m not attracted to you.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” One hand wandered down and trailed between my legs, his wet fingers stroking my pussy through my leather pants.

“You’re making me wet,” I complained, and only realized my words once I’d heard them.

Bran burst out laughing, and my mouth twitched. I couldn’t help it. I laughed, too.

“I really fucking hope so, selkie, because wanting you is killing me,” Bran murmured, his voice thick.

“Then go and die, O’Connor, because this fooling around with your enemy thing isn’t as fun as you seem to think it is,” I said tartly, trying to pull myself together.

“Isn’t it? It feels pretty fucking fun to me. Too fun, honestly. You’re not making this easy, Giada Santori.”

“Making what easy?” My eyes had fallen back to his chest.

He had a particularly eye-catching tattoo. A long, black inked line with other lines bisecting it at different intervals. It wasn’t regular; there was no pattern. I wanted to ask what it stood for, but that wasn’t the relationship we had. It wasn’t a relationship we could afford to have. My brother was waiting for an opportunity to kill this man or make him disappear. Getting to know him in any capacity beyond a random hookup would be a mistake.

It was flattering to know that last night hadn’t dampened his hunger for me. Still, part of me didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Remembering that we’re meant to hate each other… staying away from you. I don’t want to steal your skin, Giada, but you might give me no fucking choice.”

His deep, Irish brogue sent shivers across me, despite the nonsensical nature of his words.

“You’ve suffered a head injury, right?” I asked with a fake frown of concern.

“I wish,” Bran muttered and leaned in, taking a huge, deep breath of the curve where my shoulder met my neck.

I swayed against him, his heart beating strongly against mine. It was too intimate and close. It was too much of everything.

I pushed him back and slid out under his arm.

“Well, if you don’t have my knife, I guess we’re done here,” I murmured smartly and made to escape, just when his hand landed on my arm and stopped me.

“You still owe me, Santori. If you want your wee knife back… how about we even the score?”

Heat billowed through me. I blinked at him in the low light. I was unnaturally hot. It was taking all my willpower not to jump him, despite knowing he should be off-limits.Or maybe because of it.

“What did you have in mind?”

He looked me up and down. I stared right back. When his gaze slid down my body, his cock jerked, drooling against his abs.

“Pulling those leather pants down enough to slide inside and fill you up.” His voice was rough. “I want to see if that tight little tummy bulges when I’m balls-deep inside you.”

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