Page 38 of The Vengeance You Crave
"Y-you watch—fuck. FUCK," he bellows, his fingers tugging at his hair until it has to hurt.
I stare at him wondering if I'm about to watch him shatter. Scooting forward, I'm just about to push to stand when he lifts his eyes from the floor and locks them on mine.
A shiver races down my spine at the warning I can read within them.
"Luc?" I whisper but I think he's too far gone to hear anything right now.
He's before me in a heartbeat, his long, powerful legs eating up the distance faster than I thought possible.
His burning hot fingers wrap around my throat and squeeze enough to warn me of just how strong he is but without actually hurting me.
My ass leaves the couch until I'm standing in front of him.
"You don't belong here."
His eyes are so dark as he stares into mine that they're almost black, but even still, I can't find it in me to actually be scared of him.
"I-I didn't have a choic—argh," my squeal of surprise as he surges me backward cuts off my words. An umph falls from my lips as my back hits the wall.
He crowds me against the wall, his wide chest heaving with his anger, his scent utterly consuming me and the heat from his body turning my blood to lava.
"You. Do. Not. Belong. Here," he spits.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
A gasp rips from my throat as he reaches out and tugs at the fabric wrapped around me. It falls away as if it's no more than tissue leaving me once again exposed to him. Only this time, we're standing under fluorescent lighting and he can see everything. There's no hiding in the shadows right now.
Unable to look at him as he stares down at my breasts, I focus on a spot on the floor as my cheeks burn with embarrassment. It might not be the first time he's seen me naked, but that was years ago, my body has changed since then. We were still kids when we started experimenting with each other, now we're adults.
My nipples harden to the point of pain as his attention continues to burn into them. My breathing is erratic, giving away just how I'm feeling right now.
I wish I could be indifferent to his undivided attention but I can't. It's always been the same between us. I was always super aware of him, but as we became teenagers and my hormones started to kick in, I was acutely aware if he was in the room, if he was looking at me. For a long time, I didn't understand it. But I do now. I'd just hoped it might have fizzled out with our time apart.
"Look at you," he says, his eyes finally lifting to my face once more, but I still keep my eyes on a knot in the wooden floor beneath us. "Practically begging for it. Is that what you're like at the bar? Begging for any bit of attention those men give you."
I bite down on the inside of my lips, not wanting to have to plead my innocence once more.
"Look at me, P."
I suck in a deep breath before lifting my eyes from the floor. I gasp when I see the darkness in his eyes.
"Do they get your nipples this hard? Make your chest redden with desire?"
I shake my head, unable to find any words even if I wanted to.
"You love knowing that you're turning them on, don't you? You love that your little innocent look gets them all hard for you. So why don't you try telling me again how you don't let them touch you, because from what I see, you're fucking begging for it."
"T-they don't—I don't—"
"Bullshit." He says the word so low that it almost sounds like a purr. The sound of it does delicious things between my thighs.
Damn him. Fucking damn him.
"At least I get to benefit from all the practice you've had," he mutters, his eyes full of wicked intent.
"Wha—" His hands land on my shoulders and I have no choice but to allow my knees to buckle.
"That's it, P. Get down there where you belong."
