Page 46 of Frenemies

I had to take a step back when she waltzed over and tenderly cupped my face.

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

She had no idea how much I wished that was true. I stood there, staring into her warm gaze, wanting nothing more than to pull her into me—feel her soft body pressed up against mine as I kissed her to sleep every night. But that couldn’t happen. If it did, she’d end up in the same place Sam was.

Six feet under.

“You don’t need you to protect me, Chase.” She tipped her head and grazed her thumb over my jawline. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

That’s when I got mad. My arm shot up, fingers spearing in her hair.

“You can take care of yourself, can you?” I growled and yanked her head back, tightening my grip until she winced. “Go ahead then, Princess, take care of yourself.” I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Push me away.”

Naomi tightened her scowl and glared up at me. “You don’t scare me.”

This stubborn…

Someone was in dire need of a reality check. Naomi was a tall girl, so yeah, she wasn’t some tiny little thing, but that didn’t mean she was a match for someone like me.

“We’ll see about that.”

I backed Naomi up, then spun her around. All while keeping a tight hold on her hair. I even felt a few strands pop out. That didn’t stop me. She needed to learn this lesson—it was for her own good.

Folding her over my desk, I slammed her face down on the hard wooden top and snarled, “How about now?”

I thought she’d slap me for sure or kick me with her stiletto heels—it wouldn’t be the first time. But she didn’t. She didn’t even yell at me.

The only thing she did do was flatten her hands on the desk and say, “You gonna spank me now, Daddy?”

My balls pulled up while my dick jumped for joy. Fuck me. This girl knew how to get under my skin. If she wanted to toy with me, that was fine. I could play along.

My hand swung back, landing hard on her ass. It wasn’t the sting in my palm that broke me. It was the whimper and long breathy groan she released after. One slap, and I was done.

I had her skirt pushed up, and panties ripped off before I could blink. The next thing I knew, my fingers were in her hot little cunt, pumping back and forth to hit that spot that made her toes curl.

When Naomi rose on her tiptoes and moaned, all I could think about was how inviting she looked—back arched with her ass pressing back into me. I would die a happy man if this were the last thing I saw. Too bad I couldn’t enjoy it.

That voice was chattering in the back of my mind, sending me images of what she’d look like after Jax got his hands on her. They were so real I could smell the blood and dirt marring her perfect body. That was the reason I had to push her away, but I couldn’t stop myself from touching her. So, I used it.

When Naomi came all over my hand and screamed, “Oh my god.” Digging her nails into my desk. I freed my cock and slammed into her.

Her tight cunt squeezed around my shaft, making me groan.

“Fuuuck, that’s good.”

No one could milk my cock like she could. This right here, this was home. Nothing felt more carnal and pure than the feel of her ass smacking up against my pelvis. While digging my fingers into her hip, I slid my other hand out of her hair and up her dress, along her smooth skin.

She felt so soft and warm. I wanted to lose myself in her scent and lick every last inch of her until she was all I could taste and breathe, but I couldn’t do that.

I didn’t deserve this goddess.

Pulling my hips back, I slammed into her so hard her feet lifted off the ground. Then I did it again and again, hoping that the next thrust would chase away the image of her cold dead eyes staring up at me.

It didn’t. I couldn’t shake off the cold shiver rushing up my spine or the terror echoing in my ears with each beat of my heart. I thought I’d died eight years ago. But if lost her. . .

If something happened to Naomi, there wouldn’t be a high enough cliff to throw my body off.

Naomi’s moan cut through the horror in my mind. “Yes, Chase.”

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