Page 15 of Ruthless Oath

“You seem like the kind of guy who would be upset if someone took something you wanted.”

“I am.” She was playing with fire, and my flames were too hot for her.Why are you toying with me?

“Danny wants something too.”

“I can’t say that I blame him.” I yanked her arm, bringing her to me. “He would be stupid not to want it.”

“What about you?” Her voice was low and steady, but she trembled under my hold. “You don’t strike me as stupid.”

“I’m not stupid.” I took the side of her face in my hand, keeping her still. “I’m cold and calculated, and I never do anything that doesn’t benefit me.”

“A guy who knows what he wants is sexy.” She licked her lips. “I wouldn’t describe you as cold.”

When I gripped her hip, her breath hitched.

You can’t handle me.

“Why did you come here today?” I lowered my lips to hers. “What do you want?”

“I already told you.” Her breath fluttered across my mouth, making my cock hard. “I wanted to thank you.”

“You thanked me last night, and I specifically told you I didn’t want to see you here again.” I squeezed her face. “I don’t like people ignoring me.”

“I don’t like people telling me what to do.”

I brushed my lips along hers, fighting the urge to throw her over my knee and make her see things my way. “You’re too defiant for me. You require a type of patience I don’t have.”

“Maybe you need to be challenged?”

“I would need to break you.” I licked her bottom lip. “I would make you obey me, and it would be so fucking pleasurable.”

“Okay,” she breathed out. “Break me.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking me to do, princess.” I let go of her face and tugged on her ponytail, pulling her head back and kissing her jaw and throat.

“Marchello,” she whispered. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Fuck.” I growled, abandoning all common sense. Why did she have to smell so good?

I released her hair, gripped her upper arms, and brought her to me. She pressed her palms against my chest, bracing for the impact. I forced my tongue inside her mouth before our lips were fully engaged.

She pulled away, stealing a breath. Too impatient to wait for her to compose herself, I assaulted her lips again. This time, I held the back of her head, keeping her face to mine as I nipped her lips and probed her mouth with my tongue. Holding her close to me, I moved us to the desk and guided her to sit.

I nudged her legs apart with my knee, then stepped in between them. She draped her arms around my neck, initiating the next round of kisses.

What am I doing? I can’t do this.

My arousal quickly turned to rage.Am I mad at her for making me weak, or am I mad at myself for giving in so easily?

I ran my hand over her breasts and to her neck. She moaned, but when I clutched her delicate throat in my strong grasp, her eyes flew open.

“Do you know what I don’t appreciate?” I squeezed my hand. “You coming here and trying to make me jealous with an insignificant piece of shit like Danny.”

“What?” She tried to pry my hand away from her neck. “That’s not why I came here.”

“I’m thirty years old. I don’t have time for games. I didn’t get this far by not paying attention.”

“What is wrong with you?”

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