Page 43 of Big Bad Bully
Fuck. Yeah…fate. Fuck.
My balls draw up tight and contract. I’d come on her face. No, on those breasts she taunted me with this morning.
Blood seeps in my mouth from the gashes in my lip, and I relish the pain. The moment of focus it gives me to…
I aim for the sink. Ribbons of cum spurt onto the counter, the floor. A tribute to that she-devil in my living room.
No, not a devil.
I have a moment of clarity following my release. My resistance to Aubrey drops away.
Of course she’s not suitable. Not mate material.
She’s human. She hates me.
But some part of me already thinks of her as mine. She’s here in my penthouse. Doing my bidding.
She may be putting on a show about not doing my bidding, but the fact is, she’s here because she wants to be here. She feels the chemistry between us, same as I do.
She’s mine.
Chapter Thirteen
Aubrey
I’m fully absorbed in my work when a heavy knock sounds at the door.
Startled, I shriek and teeter on the step of the ladder.
Strong hands grip my hips from behind, and I’m suddenly balanced and held perfectly still over my feet by Billy.
“Whoa.” My hand flies to cover his. “Okay. I guess you got me.”
His face is that blank mask, but he seems reluctant to let me go.
I can’t say I mind.
After a moment, his grip eases, and he strides to the door without another word.
A delivery guy stands there with three large bags. Must be lunch–it smells heavenly. Like Thai food. He takes bags and tips the guy cash.
“Are you hosting a lunch meeting?”
He turns and frowns at me. “Why do you say that?”
“Are you going to eat all that food?”
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I got one of everything.” His voice is grumpy, like he’s pissed off he had to order one of everything for me.
Like he couldn’t have just asked me what I wanted.
One of everything is what he sent to my door the night he drove me home from Sentience.
“Who in the world is going to eat all this?”
He doesn’t answer, ignoring me and walking the food to the kitchen.
Suddenly aware that I’m starving, I trail behind him. I check my phone–it’s already one-thirty. I worked straight through my usual lunch time. “Thank you. I didn’t realize it was past lunchtime.”
