Page 78 of Toxic

“What?” she asked, confused. Her gaze bounced from the floor, where I dropped the pieces of the check, back up to my face.

“If I don’t work for you, then I don’t have to keep shit professional.”

“Whenhave you been professional?” she asked, attitude ramping back up now that she could see this wasn’t going her way.

“You haven’t been fucked six ways from Sunday have you?”

She blinked at me in shock.

“Professional.”

Her pretty mouth opened to keep arguing with me, but I was done. My temper was frayed like a well worn rope, and now shewas going to see why she shouldn't shove me to the edge of my control.

The door opened just as I got my hands on her perfect curves. She let out a squeak of surprise at my fast movement. One hand was buried in her hair, the other flexed against her hip as I turned my head to see who the hell was interrupting us.

Butcher raised a brow as he saw us, then backed out of the house, letting the door slam shut. No one had ever said he was stupid. Crazy. But not stupid.

“Let me go,” Billie snapped, her hand coming up to grab my wrist as she tried to pull my hand from her hair. I wasn’t having any of her fighting and I moved to wrap an arm around her waist to pull her onto her tip toes and closer to me. Her breasts pressed up against my chest as she arched away from me.

She was gorgeous, and she was going to be mine.

I bent my head and gave in to the urge I’d had since I’d gotten back. Billie struggled in my hold, her fingers digging into my bicep. The pain wasn’t enough to distract me from my need. She felt good. Like she was meant to be in my arms.

Our lips brushed against each other, and I growled as she stopped struggling and leaned into my kiss. Her lips parted for me, but she was still stiff in my hold.

I tightened my grip on her as I slid my hand from her hair and moved it to her chin so that she couldn’t look away from me. I needed to make sure her struggles weren’t anything more than her fighting herself. There was arousal and excitement in her eyes and her cheeks were flushed.

“You want me to let you go, Billie?”

Her eyes widened at my question. She may have pissed me off, but that didn’t mean I was the kind of man who would do something against a woman's will. If she wanted this, wanted me, she was going to have to tell me. Otherwise, I’d wait. Keepwearing her down, destroying those walls she tried so hard to build between us.

There was no other choice because it was impossible for me to do anything but protect this woman. To make sure she was safe and cared for. Part of caring for her was making sure she was dicked down until she was a satisfied puddle of bliss. I hadn’t been able to do that yet. She hadn’t been ready. But based on everything that just happened, I was pretty sure she was at that point.

She didn’t say anything for a second, then she swallowed hard, her gaze locked on mine.

“Well?” I demanded. “You want me to leave?”

She looked away. I wanted to get pissed that she was going to deny us what we both obviously needed, but then I caught the flush that was spreading down her neck.

I needed her to say the words, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t give her some encouragement. Dipping my head, I moved my hand away from her chin and slid my thumb across her lower lip. Billie shivered at the contact, her lips parting in surprise. I took the advantage and thrust my thumb between those plump lips and let her suck the tip.

A low, strangled groan left me at the heat and moisture of her mouth. I wanted my dick between those lips and my tongue buried in her pussy. But I had a feeling this might be the only time I had her this vulnerable for me, and I needed to make it count.

My chest was heaving like I’d just run a mile, my heart slamming against my ribs like a mad beast was trying to break out. My cock was so damn hard, I thought my zipper might give out at any moment. But this was more than physical attraction. She needed to know that we belonged together. We were meant for one another.

“You’ve been mine since you pointed that fucking shotgun at my nuts,” I told her, my mouth moving over the delicate skin just below her ear. “Say you understand me, Sweet Girl.” I pressed my hard-on into her side so that she couldn't mistake how much I needed her.

Billie let go of my thumb with a small pop, her eyes wide. Her voice was small as she whispered, “Really?”

I had a feeling she wasn’t even aware that she’d responded. But I wasn’t letting this chance escape. I wanted her so badly. Needed to make her mine, so that no one else would ever try and come between us. She was it for me.

I started walking her backward, my mouth latching onto the pulse beating at the base of her neck. “I want you to be mine. My old lady.”

Indecision entered her eyes. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” I was still kissing my way down her neck.

“Because-”

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