Page 55 of The Devil's Pawn

I inhale sharply while amusement plays on his mouth, deepening with my fury.

“Stop looking at me like that!” I bellow.

“Like what?” He quirks up a brow.

“I…I don’t know, like you’re having fun at my expense.”

“Well, I am. Especially when I remember how skillfully you took off your clothes and how little you probably remember.” He scratches his jaw, his eyes blazing with heated memories.

“You’re lying. There’s no way I did that.”

“Oh, you did.” He grins. “Who do you think put that shirt on you?”

I peer down at myself, and when I look back at him, it’s with eyes practically falling out of my sockets.

I was wearing a tank top last night! Oh my God! Where is it?

I discreetly lift up my shirt, not finding anything under it besides my bare skin, a bra, and a thong.

“At first, when I found you on my coffee table with a drink in your hand, barely keeping yourself upright, I was pissed,” he explains. “I wanted to strip off those shorts you had on and spank the shit out of you for getting drunk with my men around while I’m not there.”

I shuffle uncomfortably in the chair at the thought of his palm making my ass burn. My pussy aches, wanting him to do it. Wanting to be at his mercy.

Wait. Did he say I was wearing shorts?

Oh my God!

“You’re lucky you didn’t.” I glare through the haze of attraction and want, needing to fight both.

He snickers for a moment before his features turn dark. Something dangerous lurks within his eyes as he rises, his gaze boring into mine as he slowly treads up to me. I can’t manage to tear myself away, and my pulse jumps in my throat with feverish anticipation.

He comes to stand at my back, leaning in, grabbing on to the chair, and spinning it around. His eyes drift to my lips, his hand reaching out and cupping my jaw roughly as he settles between my thighs.

“If I did, Raquel…if I wanted to put you over my knee and give you exactly what you deserved for that performance, you’d let me.”

A low whimper slips from my lips. My heart is stampeding like crazy while my core pulsates. I want to fight him, to tell him I wouldn’t let him do that, but the denial becomes unbearable to say.

His other hand finds the back of my head and his eyes line up with mine as his fingers lace through my hair, yanking hard enough for the arousal to cling to every inch of my body. The need to feel him stretching me—to feel himeverywhere—becomes the only thing I can think about.

“I thought you trusted your men,” I hiss. “If you didn’t, maybe you shouldn’t have left me here alone.”

He groans, his lips lowering until they skim over mine. “I don’t fucking trust you around anyone. You hear me?No one. You don’t realize how gorgeous you are. How much you undo me. God, Raquel...”

I part my lips as his mouth kisses the corner of mine.

“Tell me,” I practically beg. “Tell me if we—”

I need to know if something happened between us last night. But I’d remember it…wouldn’t I?

He pushes himself away, letting me go completely. I feel bare, like something is missing. His gaze is wanton as he towers over me, the outline of his hard and heavy length taunting me.

“If we what? If I felt that sweet pussy around my cock?”

I nod, desperately hoping we didn’t. That the first time we were together wasn’t when I was drunk off my ass.

“No, Raquel, we didn’t.” His voice hovers with aggravation. “All you did was take off your shirt. I was glad to see you putting your see-through bras to good use, though.” His gaze dips down to my chest before climbing up to meet my eyes. “You have beautiful tits, and lucky for you, I’m the only one who saw them.”

I bite the corner of my lower lip, my nipples hardening. “That’s all I did?”

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