Page 139 of My Ruthless Neighbor

I drink in the view as if I was parched for centuries.

His eyes have become hooded as he impales me with an intense look. “Take off your shirt.”

My heart stalls, then starts hammering in my chest. He is indeed bossy. Even in the bedroom. But he is also not wrong in his assessment that I like it when he is bossy with me.

A part of me is ready to obey. But the other part of me… the sane part which is aware that he has a lot of power over me wants to defy him. I don’t want to give him instant gratification.

He takes a few unhurried steps over until he is standing next to the bed. Directly in front of me as he unbuckles his belt. “Don’t make me do it, baby because I’ll rip that thing off you.”

My stomach quivers at that word again. Baby. I asked him not to call me that because I like it too much. He knows that. And he is calling me that on purpose, isn’t he? He knows it affects me.

With a scowl, I reach for the hem of my t-shirt. I am only doing this because I don’t want him to ruin my cute t-shirt. Because I know he will. He is Mr. Honest. He does what he says. I am not stupid to take his words lightly.

I pull the t-shirt up until my stomach is exposed. His eyes darken. When the cloth inches up and reveals a sliver of my breasts, I hear him inhale sharply.

And just to pester him, I turn away from him at the last moment and pull it up and over my head.

I am not wearing a bra, so my full breasts spring free. My breath hitches when the bed dips.

I feel his warm breath tickling my nape before his lips press against it. My eyes fall shut. His hands cover mine that were lying on the bed on either side of me, his fingers intertwining with mine.

He drags his lips to my neck, dropping soft kisses.

I let out a surprise gasp when he bites me. Goosebumps cover my skin.

My breasts feel achy and heavy and neglected. The idea of hiding them from him to work him up backfires because he is content with just kissing and nipping along my neck.

“Archer…” I finally say when minutes passes, the torture becoming unbearable.

“Mmm.” He moves closer and buries his face in the crook of my neck, his bare chest pressing to my bare back.

I try to move my hands from under his so I could guide his touch where I want it most. But he doesn’t ease up his grip, making me groan.

“Archer,” I squirm against him.

“Yes, baby,” He kisses the shell of my ear.

“Stop tormenting me,” I mumble.

He leaves my hand to cup my chin. Turning my head to the side, he kisses the corner of my mouth. “I am tormenting you?”

I nod. And he simply kisses the other corner of my mouth. “But we’ve just begun.” He says softly, shocking me.

Before I know it, he is claiming my lips and kissing me thoroughly. One of his hands leave mine and move to my breast and tweaks my nipple. I cry out against his lips. And he groans. “So sensitive.”

He breaks the kiss and watches me with heated eyes. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger, making me jerk.

“Do you like that?”

I groan and he pinches it. “Tell me, baby. Do you like me playing with your nipple?”

“I-I do,” I blush as I admit, panting and almost begging silently for him to kiss me so I could hide from his intense stare.

I suck in a breath when I am grabbed and moved suddenly so that I am lying on my back and he is hovering over me.

He draws in a sharp breath through his nose when he finally sees my hard, pink nipples. My breasts are big and I know men like it. But watching his reaction is everything.

His pupils dilate when he runs his gaze over my chest. He definitely likes what he sees. I bite my lip as I wait, anticipating his next move.

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