Page 39 of Huntress and the Thorn Court
“Because I forbid it.”
“You forbid…” I gaped at him, which slowly morphed into a smile. If he thought he could dictate to me what I did with my own men, he’d lost his mind.
“Leave us,” he stated, knowing he didn’t need an audience for what I was about to say. “And don’t just linger out there either.” His green eyes stayed glued on me until the door clicked closed. I exhaled sharply before speaking.
“You don’t give me orders, Gideon.”
He snorted. “Your sense of freedom seems to have gone to your head or have you forgotten why you’re here. You’re here as retribution for the life you took. So if I tell you no, then the answer is no.”
I glared at him so strongly that I thought at any moment lasers were going to shoot out of my eyes. “Right, I’m your prisoner. Is that all the time or only when we’re not fucking?”
“Well as we haven’t been doing a whole lot of fucking I don’t see how it matters.”
“Oh so that’s what this is. You’re pissed at me because I haven’t been spreading my legs for you?”
He muttered curses under his breath, huffing in irritation. “You’re holding something against me that I didn’t even say.”
“Maybe this was a bad idea. Us sleeping together,” I clarified.
“Is it? Or is it only a bad idea until the full moon and you realize I’ll be fucking someone else?”
“Fuck you, Gideon,” I spat as he threw my insecurities back at me.
The way his eyes narrowed had my heart race an instant before he lunged at me. In my limited space I threw a punch to his stomach as he secured my other arm. I swiped at his legs, but he was prepared and countered. Every move I made he matched with one of his own until he had me pinned between him and the wall. Both my arms were tucked behind my back. He held me in a way that had my spine arched forcing me to look up at him.
“You don’t get to toss those words at me unless you mean them. Do you want me to fuck you, Isabel?”
“No,” I hissed, but I could feel my body respond to his.
“Liar.”
His mouth slammed against mine and I melded to him. When his tongue slipped past my lips, I moved mine along with his longingly. It was an entire experience the way Gideon kissed. Almost like we were fucking without actually having sex. A moan of concealed pleasure slid from my throat as I returned his kiss hungrily, which turned into a groan when he pulled back.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“No?” I said unsure.
“Stubborn,” he whispered before leaning down. I arched into him, but he stopped with just a whisper of space between us. Tilting my chin, I attempted to close the distance, but he was just out of reach. It was then I noticed the smug, cocky smirk on his face.
I twisted out of his arms and shoved him away. The bastard just chuckled. He backed away until he was leaning against his desk, resting his palms against the flat top. Nonchalantly, he lounged, crossing his stretched legs in front of him as he considered my expression.
“How angry are you with me, Isabel? Enough that I should tell Carla she can have her spot back?”
Just thinking about him with Carla was like a knife to the gut. My hand fell to my stomach feeling the phantom pain like it was real. I didn’t want to talk about that. The idea hurt me. I wanted to stay angry. It fueled me.
Flicking a glance at Gideon, I noticed him watching me intently. “I’m giving the order to have my father informed.”
“No,” he stated coolly.
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“Do you know how petulant you sound? I gave you the computer because I thought I could trust you. If you go against my wishes and inform the head of the Hunter Order, then you will have proven I can’t. So it comes down to trust. Can I trust you, Isabel?”
My body tensed because he’d just manipulated me into a corner. If I did what I wanted, what I thought was right, then I was untrustworthy.
“I hate you,” I said with absolutely no conviction.
He just smiled. “Come here.”
