Page 20 of King
Groaning, I blow out a breath, frustrated at this entire situation and my reaction to it. My reaction to her.
She’s just another woman, King.
But is she?
The door to my office swings open, without warning, then slams shut. My eyes lift and meet rage-filled deep brown ones. And instead of being angry she didn’t fucking knock like I would be at anyone else, my dick is hard as steel. Nothing but pure unadulterated desire moves through me.
“You summoned,Your Highness,” she sneers while doing a mock curtesy with her lips pressed together in anger.
Absolutely beautiful.
“I’d like to see you on your knees between my legs instead of you doing that fucking curtsy.”
Drawn to her is the only way I can explain my response to anything and everything she does. The woman can be talking shit, or just fucking breathing and all I want to do is touch her, be inside her.
I never really cared about one woman from the next. Once you’ve been burned it’s hard to put your trust in anybody. So, women became just a warm body when my hand no longer did the trick. But there’s something about Alana Robinson that makes me want to say fuck it and throw caution to the wind. She makes me want to possess every facet of her being. From her body to her mind, to that sassy fucking mouth of hers.
I stand from behind my desk, then move around it towards her. I don’t know what she sees in my features, but her eyes go wide as she starts moving back toward the door. Pity for her, there won’t be any escape. She can’t get away from me that easily. With each step towards her, she takes one back until her back is flush with the door and she can’t go any further.
Standing only inches apart, her addictive scent, fills my nose. My nostrils flare, savoring the smell. My dick’s still hard from our patio encounter only a few minutes ago, and the longer I remain in her presence the harder it is to push her out of my system.
I grip her slender neck. She inhales sharply at my quick movement. Her eyes enlarge, her pupils covering almost her entire iris making them look almost solid black.
“Oh sweetheart, you like that don’t you?”
“Fuck you, Dylan.”
Her half-hearted retort causes me to chuckle. “We’ll get to that soon enough.”
“You fucking wish.”
“I do actually,” I say, and I know I’ve cornered her into silence because she doesn’t know how to respond to me telling her exactly what I want.
Fire simmers in her eyes the more I increase my grip on her throat.
“Did you enjoy giving that little performance?”
She rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t answer my question. I don’t know if it’s out of defiance and she wants to see how far I’ll take this, or she doesn’t give a fuck about my questions. Although I don’t know Alana at all, I’m willing to bet she doesn’t give a fuck about answering any of my questions.
“Were you trying to get their attention or mine?”
“I wasn’t trying to get anyone’s attention you asshole.” Her brows dip in anger and frustration. “I was merely doing the daily exercises I’ve done for years. I can’t control any man’s reaction to me including yours.”
She’s right, but I’m not rationally thinking at this moment. I want this woman so fucking bad it’s clouding my judgment. Even though I know it, I can’t stop my reactions. I shouldn’t have kissed her. She shouldn’t be in here like I demanded her to be. I shouldn’t be this close to her with my hand around her throat wishing I can sink my cock inside her cunt. However, she’s a distraction I can’t seem to get rid of.
I lean in, keeping my hand around her neck and my eyes trained on her.
“Well even if you didn’t want my attention or my reaction, you fucking have it now.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
The dark chuckle that escapes from my lips doesn’t even sound normal to my ears. This is going to be so much fun. The click when I lock the door to my office echoes through the room.
“It means…” I squeeze her throat tighter, “you’ve unleashed the beast.”
Her eyes widen as she watches me with anticipation and something I never want to see in her eyes—fear. I drop my hand and take a step back, giving her just enough space. Fear in her eyes douses some of the desire surging through me, bringing me back down to my reality.
Maybe she doesn’t want this. Maybe I remind her of him.
