Page 44 of Unmasked Legacy

I watch him go, then mutter a curse. “Seriously?” I snap. “Why do you have to ruin all my fun?”

Shoving out of the chair, I push through the crowd and out the front doors. I don’t know where exactly I’m going, but that doesn’t stop me from stomping down the street, anger bursting from my seams.

I don’t get far before Wolfe has hold of my arm, and before I know it, he’s shoving me down a small alley and slamming me against the brick wall. I gasp, then shove at his chest, but he will not move.

“Let me go,” I snap, shoving again. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m tired of your little games. You don’t get to scare off any man who is even interested in me. I’m horny, god dammit, and I need to fuck. He was going to give me what I needed.”

God. Who am I?

Drunk, that’s who.

Wolfe’s eyes flash, and he leans in close, growling, “You want to fuck, Kitten?”

“Yes, biker. I do. You’ve made it clear you’re not willing to take one for the team, so let me go back in there, to that gorgeous football man, and let him do all the wicked things to me that I need.”

If I’m not mistaken, I see a flash of something other than rage in Wolfe’s gaze. Jealousy? Surely not. He doesn’t seem like the jealous type. What is it then? Does he see me as a challenge? Something he can control? He doesn’t want to fuck me, but he likes the fact that he can stop me fucking anybody else? Is that it?

“And quite honestly,” I go on. “I’m tired of your torment. You are teasing me and leaving me hanging because you think it’s a game. It’s not a game. I’m so damn sick of everyone treating me the way they do. I’m a person, and if I want to be laid down and ravished like I deserve, then I damn well will be.”

God what is wrong with me.

I should just stop talking.

Alcohol and I really don’t mix.

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he presses his body against mine and takes my chin in his hand, leaning down so close his lips are almost touching mine. Almost. My breath hitches, and I tense all over, praying that this isn’t another one of his little tricks. Getting me to admit how much I want him, then leaving me stranded.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” he murmurs.

“Fuck you.”

“With pleasure.”

His lips close over mine, and it feels as though the whole world stops.

Kissing Wolfe is like stepping into a storm, where everything around you is spinning, intense and electrifying. His lips are firm yet soft, moving with a confidence that sends shockwaves down my spine. The taste of him is intoxicating, a mix of whiskey and something uniquely him, a flavor that lingers and makes me crave more.

His hands are possessive, one cupping my chin, the other pulling me closer, as if he can't get enough. The heat of hisbody against mine is overwhelming, a fire that spreads through my veins, igniting every nerve ending. I feel his breath, warm and ragged, mingling with mine, creating a rhythm that is both chaotic and perfect.

As his tongue teases mine, a low growl escapes him, vibrating through me, making my knees weak and my body tense with anticipation. It's a kiss that demands everything, a perfect match to him. It's raw, consuming, and utterly addictive, a moment where the world fades away, and all that exists is the two of us, together, my obsession with him scarily strong.

He knows how much I want him, and I do nothing to hide that fact.

It’s daylight out, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that nothing is going to get in my way right now.

Nothing.

“Tell me,” he growls, “do you want foreplay or do you want to be fucked?”

As much as I’d love to stand here and keep kissing him, or feel his fingers inside me, even better, his tongue, I know that isn’t really an option. If we are caught, the chance of him being inside me is that much less, and I’m not willing to give it up.

“You already know the answer to that,” I murmur.

His mouth moves to my neck, and I shiver. “Just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I’m not giving you that satisfaction.”

He chuckles, and my pussy clenches.

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