Page 30 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
My fist clenches at my side, jaw tightening until my teeth ache. Fire races through my veins, lighting up each nerve ending until my whole body burns with intensity. The base of my skull throbs with each thundering heartbeat.
The little hellcat thinks she can walk away, slam doors in my face, and get herself off after I denied her? Not fucking happening.
I give her exactly ten seconds—enough time for her to think she's won this round—before I advance on the door. Through the wood, I hear the bed creak.
The mental picture hitting my brain; her body stretched across my bedding, hand working between her legs, makes my cock instantly rock-hard.
My throat turns to sandpaper while raw, animalistic need surges through my body. My skin tightens across my shoulders, muscles coiling with barely contained tension.
One solid kick near the handle splinters the frame. The door crashes inward, revealing exactly what I'd pictured—Alina on the bed, legs spread, my shirt hiked up around her waist, fingers glistening with her arousal.
"Oh no, you don't," I growl, stalking toward her. The scent of her arousal hits me like a physical blow, making my nostrils flare.
Her eyes grow wide, revealing a cocktail of emotions—surprise colliding with anger, yet beneath it all, I can see raw hunger flaring in those emerald eyes.
"What the fuck?" she yells, scrambling to pull the shirt down. "Get out!"
I'm at the edge of the bed in two strides, towering over her. My blood roars in my ears, the predator in me recognizing prey. "You don't get to dismiss me, little hellcat. Not in my house."
"This isn't your bedroom," she snaps, legs clamped shut now, though it's too late. The image of her wet pussy is seared into my brain, making my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
"Everything under this roof is mine," I say, voice dropping dangerously low as I plant one knee on the mattress.
Sweat breaks out along my hairline, my body temperature rising with each passing second. "Including what you were about to do."
Her cheeks flush crimson, but her chin lifts in defiance. "My orgasms belong to me."
I can't help the dark chuckle that escapes me.
"Is that right?" I lean closer, crowding her space, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin that makes my mouth water. "Then why were you begging me for one just minutes ago?"
"I made a mistake," she hisses, pushing against my chest. Her weak attempt to push me away is like trying to force the ground itself to yield. I can feel her small hands pressing against my chest, the heat of her palms burning through my shirt. My muscles don't even twitch under her effort.
The frustration in her eyes only feeds the hunger building inside me. Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow movements. The pressure of her palms against my body shoots currents through every nerve ending I have.
She glares at me in frustration. "One I was about to correct myself."
In one fluid motion, I capture both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head. My palm burns where it touches her skin, a searing brand that makes my breath catch.
"That's where you're wrong, Alina." My free hand trails up her bare thigh. The softness of her skin makes my fingertips tingle, each touch sending sparks up my arm. "The mistake was thinking you get to come without my permission."
Her breathing quickens, chest rising and falling rapidly beneath my shirt. "You're insane."
"And you're soaked," I counter, my fingers finding the slick evidence between her thighs.
The wet heat against my skin makes my cock jerk, a groan building in my chest that I barely suppress. "Your body is begging for me."
She bucks against my hold. "Let me go."
"No," I state simply, circling her entrance with one finger. My own pulse pounds between my legs, each beat a painful reminder of my restraint. "You want to come? I'll make you come. But on my terms."
Her eyes flash with anger, but the way she parts her thighs tells me everything I need to know.
"Fuck you," she spits again, even as her hips lift slightly toward my touch.
"Consider it a rain check," I reply, slowly sinking one finger into her tight heat. The sensation of her body yielding to me sends a tremor through my frame, my abdominal muscles clenching with the effort not to groan.
Her sharp inhale is music to my ears. "But tonight, it's all about this pretty little pussy."
