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"Then maybe don’t knock me out next time!" I snap back, trying to stifle the softer emotions stirring in me.

“I’m not the one you should be worried about, little girl, and you’re starting to piss me off.”

His words hang in the air, weighty with implication. The certainty in his voice is like a cold breeze on a warm summer night, sending shivers down my spine. I can’t deny the way my body reacts to Huxley’s presence, the way my heart races and my breath hitches every time he looks at me like he wants to eat me whole. Huxley’s eyes bore into mine before he pounces on top of me, pressing me to the bed.

Chapter Four

Huxley

“What the hell–” I don’t let her finish before I slam my lips over hers, effectively shutting her bratty mouth up before she says anything else to infuriate me. Her words, sharp and laced with sarcasm, have seeped under my skin, grating on my nerves. The way she challenged me, the way she jutted her chin and crossed her arms defiantly, today of all days—has my patience running dry.

For a fleeting moment, she is completely still, shocked by my sudden move. Then, as if on cue, her defenses crumble; her delicate fingers tangle in the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer as I intensify the kiss, trying to drown out the mayhem around us.

Her soft, warm body presses against mine, and I can feel the fight slipping from her; the tension in her shoulders relaxes as she surrenders to the heat radiating between us. I pull her closer, desperate to bridge the wild chasm that has grown between us in the light of our argument.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Raine," I whisper between kisses, my voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I laid eyes on you."

“Wait! What are you doing?” she finally mumbles against my lips, breathless but caught in the moment, her body betraying her bewilderment.

“Shutting you up,” I reply, teasingly, smirking against her mouth. Then I feel her smile, just a fraction, her annoyance replaced by a spark of mischief.

"You think this will make me quiet?" she challenges, her eyes shining with playful defiance even as she presses against me, seeking more of what we have stumbled into.

I chuckle softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, bringing my forehead to hers, my gaze intense and commanding.

"You'll be anything but quiet, Raine," I growl, my voice deep and husky, "but you won't be saying a word I don't want to hear." I can feel her shiver against me, her breath hitching as I trace a path down her neck with my tongue, nipping at the sensitive skin there.

She swallows hard, her eyes widening slightly at the promise in my words. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, her breath hitching in her throat. I take advantage of her momentary stillness to scoot her up higher on the bed where I want her.

I press her down forcefully into the mattress, my body hovering over hers as I trail kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. She arches beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tries to pull me closer, her breath coming in soft, desperate moans. Raine lifts her hips from the bed, probably hoping I’ll give her exactly what she wants. Too bad I’m in charge.

“Someone is needy," I taunt against her skin. I can feel her body trembling beneath me, her need for release growing stronger with every passing second. Pulling off my shirt, I throw it to the floor then tear Raine’s over her head in one swift move, her eyes never leave my inked chest. Her perfect teeth sink into her bottom lip as she runs her nails along my torso. A smile playsacross my lips at her unabashed stare. Her jeans are the next to go, not bothering with a verbal consent when I can already see it shining in her eyes.

I continue my deliberate assault on her senses, my lips and teeth and tongue teasing and tasting every inch of her bare skin. I can feel her body tensing, her breath hitching, as I near the apex of her thighs.

I look up at her, my gaze meeting hers, as I gently push her legs apart. She's wearing nothing but a thin pair of white lace panties, and I can see the damp spot where she's already soaking through the fabric. Her eyes are wide and pleading as she begs me to take her over the edge.

"Please," she whispers, her voice fueled by desperation. "Please, Huxley."

I smirk, my eyes shining with a blend of amusement and desire. "Please what, Firefly?" I tease. "Tell me what you want, and I might just give it to you."

Her jaw clenches, and I watch the battle play out behind those captivating eyes. She swallows hard, determination glimmering in her gaze. "Fuck you!" She hurls the words like a dagger.

A low laugh rumbles from my chest, the heat between us palpable. "Oh, little one, you will be soon enough, but I think that earned you a punishment."

Before she can retort, I flip her onto her stomach, a motion that sends a gasp escaping her lips. The sight before me is a masterpiece—the soft curve of her back leading to that perfect round ass, a tempting offering illuminated by the play of flickering flames.

Her breath catches, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. I lean down, planting teasing kisses along her spine, each touch relishing the way her body responds—how it shivers and arches at my ministrations.

"Raine," I murmur, my voice low and demanding, "you need to learn who’s in charge."

With that declaration, I deliver a not so playful swat to her ass. A sharp gasp escapes her throat, but rather than retreat, she pushes her backside higher, challenging me.

“Admit it. Tell me what I already know. Who owns this sweet pussy?” She lets out an aggravated growl.

“It’s mine, asshole,” she quips, making me chuckle. I’m thoroughly amused by her fierce spirit.Game on, my little Firefly.

“I’ll keep that in mind when I have you begging for the relief only I can give you. I’m sure you’ll be singing a different tune when I’ve got your body so wound up that you’re desperate for release,” I promise.

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