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"No." He strode toward the bedroom, his hand splayed possessively across my ass. "You want to be a brat? We're doing it where Leo can't hear you scream."
My bedroom door shut behind us, the lock clicking with finality. He set me down roughly, his hands immediately framing my face as he backed me against the wall.
"Now," he growled, his body caging me in, "are you going to listen to me, or do I need to fuck some sense into you?"
The crude words sent heat spiraling through me. His hips pressed against mine, and I could feel how hard he was, how much our fight had affected him.
“You’re insane,” I breathed, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch.
"And you're wet." His hand slid between my thighs, fingers pressing against the fabric of my pants. "Fighting me gets you off, doesn't it, princess?"
Instead of answering, I reached down and grabbed his cock through his jeans, mimicking his actions and squeezing hard.
"Fuck!" He jerked against me, his hand shooting down to grab my wrist. "You little—you don't get to touch me when you're being a brat."
He yanked my hand away, pinning both my wrists above my head with one large hand. His other tangled in my hair, tugging my head back to expose my throat.
"You want to play dirty?" His teeth grazed my neck, making me gasp. "I can play dirtier."
He yanked the cashmere sweater over my head, and cool air hit my exposed skin, making my nipples harden beneath my bra.
“Such a bad girl,” he chided, his voice thick with desire and frustration. "Getting off on this. Getting off on me manhandling you."
“No, I’m not,” I panted, glaring up at him.
“Yes, you are.” He smirked before crashing his lips onto mine, brutal and claiming. "You hate that you need me to take control when you're too stubborn to listen."
His hand slid down my body, fingers hooking in the waistband of my pants. "Are you going to be a good girl and listen to me? Or do I still need to fuck the attitude out of you?"
The choice was heavy with promise and threat. My body screamed for his touch, but my pride refused to yield.
“I’m not moving in with you,” I whispered.
His smile was dark. "Wrong answer, princess."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Jax
I’d tucked the gun in my waistband before leaving the living room, the weight of cold steel grounding me as fury and need warred in my chest.
This stubborn princess thought she could defy me, thought she could keep putting herself in danger while I watched helplessly from the sidelines.
Not fucking happening.
"Wrong answer, princess," I growled, advancing on her with predatory intent.
She backed against the wall with her chin high, honey eyes blazing with the kind of fire that made my cock throb and my temper snap like a live wire.
She was magnificent when she was pissed. All that fury and defiance wrapped up in slim curves and silky skin, fighting me even when her body was already surrendering. The contradiction drove me insane—this fierce little warrior who melted under my touch but refused to let me protect her.
I tore at her clothes, my hands shaking with the need to claim.
“No touching me,” I reminded her, swatting her hands away when she reached for my shirt. "Not when you're being a bad girl.”
Her eyes flashed, hunger and fury mingling, but I kept myself fully clothed, denying her the touch she craved. She wanted to trace my tattoos, feel my skin, but I was the one in control, and she was the one misbehaving.
I stripped her down with ruthless speed, dragging her naked body to the bed and throwing her down. My hand pinned her wrists above her head, my knee pressing between her thighs, spreading her wide.
