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Fuck,Iwas toast if he found out how muchIwanted him to do it again.

“Whatgives?”Iyelped, wriggling like a stuck pig as he tossed me on my bed in the guest room, glaring down at me, probably debating the benefits to tying me up or leaving me free.Maybehe’d lock the door from the outside and leave me here to rot. “Iwas just having a little fun.”

“SowasIuntil you came in and pointedly stirred up trouble,” he growled, leaning over my prone form.Hishands grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head as he snaked himself the length of my body, pinning me to the mattress with his weight. “Youneed to understand something,MissSinclair,” he rasped, his cock hard against my thigh. “I’mnot playing games with you.I’mnot someone to fuck over like you tried tonight.Youkeep it up, andI’llmake your stay here, however short it may be, a whole lot less accommodating.”

Icouldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, not past the fact that he was here, on top of me, very much aroused and very much in charge.Alittle whimper left my throat, andIleaned up, determined to fluster him like he’d flustered me.

Mylips pressed against his, and he didn’t break away at first.Myhands were stuck in his, butIrolled my body against him, rubbing him in all the right places to let him knowIknew–knew he was aroused, that he wanted me, show him thatIwanted him, too.I’duse my body to break down his defenses ifIhad to.I’dfuck my way to escape.Iwas willing to do anything to get out of here, andIwanted him to know it.

Hisgroan as those long lashes came down and shuttered his emerald green eyes behind his eyelids was like heaven to my ears.

“Fuck,” he whispered against my lips, rocking his hips into me, his tongue teasing at the seam of my mouth. “Fuck,” he repeated, his whole body freezing in place as logic and reason started to creep in and replace his momentary lapse in judgment. “Ican’t–we can’t–”

Heshoved off me with a disgusted look, storming out of the room like the hounds of hell were on his heels.Ididn’t have time to process thatI’dalmost had him before he slammed the door, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing in the empty, now-silent room.

Isettled in and giggled like a schoolgirl, realizingIhad more power here thanI’dthought.

IfIcould keep him off-balance, then maybe, just maybe,Icould get out of this place.PerhapsIcould get him to bend a little.

Icould still win this game.

Mybody felt weightless asIstretched out like a cat, relishing the feel of the soft fabric of the sheets against my bare skin.

Betterwatch out,River.I’mplaying to win, andIhave your number.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

RIVER

Itwas likeI’dforgotten how to breathe.Likethe very air around me was stifling and thick, and no amount of it would be enough to quench my sudden need for oxygen.

She’dflipped the switch on me, andIfell right into her fucking trap.

Icould still feel the warmth of her ass in my palm, sonofabitch.

Iwanted her bad.ButIcouldn’t have her.Shewas off-limits.

Shakingthe naughty thoughts from my brain,Imarched back into the living room, pleased to findTrixiestill sitting on the couch, twirling some of her hair around a finger, staring off into space.Isquared my shoulders and carded my fingers through my hair, ready to woo her and get laid.

I’dshowMissSinclair.Shewouldn’t stop me from having my fun.

“Trixie, hey,”Icalled out, grinning sexily at her from across the room. “Youready to get back to where we left off?”

“Actually,” a voice in the foyer called back, “she was just leaving.Wehave some business to discuss.”

Fantastic.Irolled my eyes, frustration mounting with every stepSoldiertook into the room.OfcourseKingwouldn’t comehimself.Hewas too self-important to do anything he could pass to someone else with a little delegation.

Makingmyself at home on the couch,IslappedTrixie’sass on her way out the door, regretting giving theKingsa free pass through the club too.FirstStone, now this fuckwad.

“Whatthe fuck do you want,Soldier?”

Thebigger man, always quiet by nature, sighed before sliding into my armchair.Ispotted a purse in his hands, and my gaze flickered to his eyes for a second, searching for answers.

I’dnever known him to be a purse man.

“I’mhere to fill you in on the situation,” he said, grumbling under his breath. “Rightnow,Sinclairisn’t playing ball, and we’re doing what we can to fix that.Meansyou’re stuck with her for a little while longer.”

“Andwhat exactly does a little while constitute?”

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