Page 48 of Ruthless Oath

“You don’t have to understand. If I say I made a decision, that’s the final word.”

“I don’t work for you.”

“You could never work for me.” If any of my soldiers spoke to me with such disrespect, I’d shoot them in the head in front of the others to make my position known.

“If I say I’m ready to have sex, then that’s all you need to know. I’m a consenting adult.”

Calling yourself an adult is debatable.

“You’re ready when I say you’re ready.” I gripped her chin. “And not a second before.”

“I really don’t like you.”

“That’s why the sex between us would be so explosive.” I lowered my lips to her full, tempting mouth, giving in to my feral needs. “The more you hate me, the better it will be.”

“You’re sick.”

“People who live in glass houses…” I trailed my hand down her side. “You want me in the worst possible way, even though you know you shouldn’t.”

“You don’t know what I want.”

“Don’t I? You fucked your family over. You crossed the enemy line, and instead of being repulsed by my touch, you can’t seem to get enough of it.” I rested my hand on her hip. “You came after me, and now you’re going to face the consequences.”

When I steadied my lips against hers, she clawed at my shoulders. I grabbed her upper arms and pulled her to me, smacking her against my chest as I shoved my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around.

“Mmm…” she moaned.

“See how much you want me?” I ran my fingers along her throat. “How desperate you are to give yourself to me?”

She gazed at me through her long lashes as she tried to control her erratic breaths. All I wanted to do was bend her over the desk and give her what we both ached for. A fuck hard enough to knock the sense back into both of us.

Think with your head and not your cock.

I needed to clear my mind, and I couldn’t do that with her standing in front of me in her underwear, smelling of strawberries and sex. I didn’t even want to mention the way she stared at me. Hell, she was practically begging me for it.

“Go upstairs and get dressed.” I let her go, exercising some serious control. “Now.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“Well, I say no.”

I clenched my hands at my sides in an attempt to stop myself from strangling her. How could someone so stunningly beautiful trigger my murderous intentions?

“I don’t care for your disrespect.” I stalked toward her, causing her to back away. “You talk a big game, but you must be smart enough to know that, at some point, you’re going to make me unleash all of my rage on you.”

“You wouldn’t.” Her voice wasn’t as convincing this time.

“No?” I stepped toward her again, causing her to tread back. “That’s why you retreat. There’s a part of you that knows you’ll go too far.”

She twisted her hair in her fingers, searching the room.Is she looking for an escape?

“When that happens, I’ll go too far, and neither of us want that.”

She stared into my eyes, refusing to back down.

Why does that get me so hard?

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