Page 80 of Sinful Desires
If I couldn’t have her, couldn’t fuck the fire out of her eyes, couldn’t shut her up with my mouth, couldn’t make her forget every man who had come before me, then no one else would get the chance either. That was my fucking law.
“Nothing in life ever is, Miss Harper.”
She tried to pull back, but I caught her wrist. “I won’t repeat myself again. If I see someone breathe in your direction, I’ll rip his teeth out and feed them to him one by one.”
I let go. We were behind the wall now. Tucked away where no one could see us. The music bled through the stairwell, low and distant. But her scent clung to me. Faint lavender and something headier, something fucked up and sweet that made my dick twitch harder in my pants.
She scoffed and climbed the last few steps, hips swaying. Of course I fucking followed.
The door slammed toward me,but I caught it before it could close. She shoved back harder, but it didn’t budge.
Her glare cut up at me. “You’re seriously insane.”
“You haven’t seen insane yet.”
She held my stare for a second too long. Then she scoffed and turned her back on me. Gave up. Walked deeper into the suite.
It was quiet in here. Dim. The kind of place men paid for to do things they didn’t want remembered. Windows overlooked the crowd below, just shadows now, writhing under strobe lights. A long black couch faced the glass.
She walked straight to the far end of the room.
I stepped in and closed the door behind me. This time, she didn’t try to stop me. And she didn’t tell me to leave again either.
She crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall. “Tell me, is ruining my night your new kink, or have you always gotten off on making my life hell?”
I stepped closer. “Have you always gotten off on being a brat?”
She snorted. “Since birth.”
Her eyes weren’t playful. They were mean. Mean in that way that said she knew exactly how far she could push before I’d snap her neck or fall to my knees.
“I think I know what will make you finally shut up.”
She cast me a smile as she lifted her dress just enough to slide her hands under it, disappearing between her legs while her eyes stayed locked on mine.
My eyes followed as she pulled down her black lacy thong, dragging the fabric over her thighs with no rush, letting it fall to the floor while my pulse slammed against my teeth.
Then she bent to grab it and stood back up, folding it tightly. She walked to me and shoved it into the inner pocket of my jacket, right over my chest. Pressed it in deeply with her palm.
“There, baby,” she said, voice low and vicious. “A little souvenir. Since you can’t touch, you might as well sniff.”
My blood surged. I closed the last bit of space between us.
Nowhere to run. No crowd to hide behind. Just her, me, and the wall at her back.
She smirked, pressed a hand to my chest, and rose to her toes, her lips hovering near my ear. “Now,move. Jonathan’s waiting, and I don’t like to keep my one-night stands bored and lonely.”
“Didn’t take you for the kind of girl who opens her legs for a man who’d snap if you rode him too hard.”
Her nails curled into the front of my bulletproof vest, digging deep. “I’d takeanyonewith a pulse,” she hissed, “as long as they’re not you.”
I dropped my head to the crook of her neck, dragging in a breath. She smelled like sweat, lavender, and something filthy I’d never get enough of.
“What turns you on more, Scarlett? His hands on a platter, or mine between your legs? Make. Your. Choice.”
She chuckled darkly. “Bring me his hands. I’m sure they’d be more useful than yours. Besides, I don’t want you.”
My tongue dragged up her skin, slow and rough. “Why is that, Miss Harper?”
