Page 62 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

She’s on me before I can recover, straddling me and using her weight to try and pin me down.

Realistically, I could flip her over with little to no effort, but my brain short circuits when I feel her tight heat against my lower stomach.

My hands move to push her off, but I find myself wrapping them possessively around her waist instead. They’re so large around her small frame that my thumbs almost touch on either side of her belly button.

Where I was just pondering a home lobotomy for this exact affliction, my thoughts are once again overrun by her. By the primal urge I’m fighting that screams to push her further down into my lap so I can rub my throbbing cock against what I know is her wet pussy.

She leans forward until she’s inches from my impassive face. My hands follow the movement of her hips as she bends over me like they’re superglued to her.

Her hair falls around us like a curtain. She flips it over to one side to keep it out of my face and cum leaks out of my dick at having her straddling me like this.Her cheeks are flushed with her anger, her eyes blazing with heat unlike anything I’ve seen from her.

Her lip curls back as she speaks. “Don’tevertalk about my dad or anyone else in my family again, Phoenix.”

I smirk up at her. “Look at the little tigress using her claws,” I trace the line of her upper lip with my thumb, “Where’s this energy when it comes to defending yourself?” I muse.

Her expression is stunned, probably at the softness of my tone and the way my thumb brushes against her lip, and for an exquisite moment, we’re stuck in time, staring at each other. My eyes drop to her lips and I could just–

No.

They’re right there, plump and parted like they’re waiting for me to slam mine against them. And I could, it’d be so easy to slide my hand to the back of her neck, to raise my lips a few inches, to bring her closer and closer…

No.

Her eyes squeeze shut as I lift my hips and flip her onto her back. When she opens them, she’s caged between my arms as my body looms over hers.

My fingers dig into the hard earth, dirt burrowing deep under my nails as I work to control my urges. I want nothing more than to rip her jeans off and plunge into her, watching her eyes widen at my thick intrusion into her warm heat.

My dick throbs, begging to be let out and allowed to play. The line between hate and attraction has blurred and I’m seconds away from giving into my baser needs and defiling her until even her precious father can’t recognize her.

“Don’t get any grand ideas,” I growl at her, “This will be a marriage in name only, nothing more than a contract that forces us together. Once we’re married, we’ll live separately and only meet up for necessary business appearances. This doesn’t change anything between us so stay away from me.”

She wraps her finger around the chain at my neck that hangs between us and uses it to keep me in place.

“You keep findingme, not the other way around.” She bites out, the claws coming back out. Her eyes waver slightly and she blinks a couple of times, looking away before she adds, “And so long as you’re discreet and don’t humiliate me, I don’t care what you do or who you do it with. I’ll give you the same respect on my end.”

My spine jerks then stiffens at the subtext of her words. She’s already thinking ahead to how she’ll fuck other guys when we’re married?

Inky black rage drips into my vision, blinding me.

I wrap my hand around hers and squeeze hard enough that she cries out softly and releases the necklace. “You don’t make demands of me. Certainly not about who I fuck, or when. If I want to fuck one of your bridesmaids at our wedding then that’s what I’ll do. Don’t fucking tempt me.” My tone of my voice is downright icy when I speak.

I rip myself away from her, leaving her on her back on the ground in a position that’s starting to look familiar to me, and stalk away before I lose control altogether.

I’ve only made it a few steps before her voice stops me.

She delivers five words softly, firmly, and the threat in them is far louder than anything I’ve ever heard.

“Two can play that game.”

Chapter 22

Phoenix

“Two can play that game.”

It’s been a week since she said those words and I turned around to see her holding her weight on her forearms as she stared back at me, a defiant look on her face.

It took every ounce of willpower and calling upon the years of judo training I’ve had to stop myself from marching back over to her, grabbing her by the throat and asking her what the fuck she meant by that.

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