Page 22 of Tamed By You

“If you say so.” He smirks.

“I do say so, so quit your mind games. We aren't doing this again. Never ever. We pinky promised, remember?” I say sternly, poking my pointer finger into his chest.

“If that's going to help you sleep tonight, baby, keep telling yourself that. We did pinky promise, but I know you will be more than willing to break that promise. We both know I'll have you in my bed before the weekend is over.”

Just when I go to reply he steps closer and takes my wrist, walking me back until my body is flush against the wall. Pinning my hand above my head, he presses against me, moving his mouth close to mine I brace myself for him to kiss me. The smell of whisky hits me, making me dizzy.

“And this time, you will be on your back begging me to fuck you.” He steps away, my body falling forward. He turns without a second glance and the door to his suite clicks shut as hedisappears inside it and the breath I was holding whooshes from my lungs.

What the hell was that?

I need to get it together, because not a chance am I letting that man win.

Chapter Eleven

Harry

We slept till noon and had a late breakfast brought to our suite. I booked us a cabana for the pool party this afternoon in the hotel—a chilled afternoon is needed before another night spent partying.

Images of Ali stood above me, hips swaying, eyes heated before the hurricane shot ran through my head all night long. We said one time, that turned to two, but she's a hard one to forget.

Ten months I've spent in London, living with my sister Victoria, enjoying the London ladies but none, not one, compared to her. Never has a woman met my energy or challenged me like she does. Never have I wanted to fuck a woman into next week and set her on fire at the same time.

Alice Hart really was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

“Coffee, I need coffee,” I mumble as I sit on the couch that sits near the window, the view looking over the Las Vegas strip.

“You look as shit as I feel,” Brett groans, rubbing a hand over his face and up over his buzz cut. He sinks into the couch and pulls the hood of his dark sweater over his head, covering his eyes.

I hear a yawn and turn as Brad walks in, ruffling his dark hair, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. His tattooed body on full display. He’s starting to run out of skin to ink.

“Coffee,” he groans. Taking a seat next to me, he reaches for a pastry and pours the dark liquid into a mug.

“Where’s Jack and Mason,” I ask.

“My guess is sleeping because those fucking headboards only just stopped rattling a few hours ago,” Brad mumbles.

“Jealous are we, Bradley,” I tease.

He ignores my comment and bites into his pastry. Out of the corner of my eye, a flash of auburn hair whips past the doorway. Being the dick I am, I shout, “Bye, Harley.” She back-peddles, looking sheepish. “Err, bye,” she mutters, her voice small.

The suite door closes and then Mason enters the room with freshly fucked dirty blond hair and a huge grin on his face that you would expect to see on a photo hanging in the window of an Abercrombie store.

“Well, good morning to you all. How are we all on this fine day?” he asks, annoyingly chirpy.

The three of us look at him deadpan.

“Look, just because you rattled your headboard like a sailor on leave last night and got your rocks off doesn’t mean we all did, so park your happy ass down and get the coffee in you. We have a busy day,” I grumble.

“Oooh, someone’s as bitter as the coffee this morning,” Mason jokes. I roll my eyes and reach for my mug of coffee.

“Ali fob you off again?” Brett questions, lifting his hood back a little to give me a teasing look. I flick him the middle finger.

Do I wish I had Ali in my bed last night, tangled in the sheets, banging her like a screen door in a hurricane? Hell yeah, I do. But the day is young—there’s still time.

“Right, you've got an hour. Eat up and we are heading to the pool. I'll wake the happy couple,” I say, standing as I clap my hands together.

I make my way toward the bedrooms, excitement buzzing through me because my little pocket rocket has no idea, I'm about to invade her day… again.

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