Page 56 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
How many times had I ignored him?
My lips parted at the intensity of his gaze. For a moment, I imagined what it would be like going to the fair withhim. He might be able to survive the teapot ride a little longer…
Had to sort out this mess—and Ace, quickstyle.
Then we could find out.
“Why did you bring him back?” he asked.
“Uh… I just thought you could use a hand with…” My eyes darted to the side. “Stuff.” My voice cracked a little.
I hated talking abouther.
My nails dug into my arm deep enough to bleed as I thought about that night again.
Ink and antique wood was thick in this room, and I focused on it.
Mine…
Mine.
And she’d… She’d…
“Doll.” Knox’s nickname dragged me back again.
My breathing was heavy, the world blurring a little.
Ace had just… walked out on me. Didn’t care one bit, the dumb fuckingpig. I thought it would be different with the heat bond, but now Knox was gonna realise the truth, and maybe Bella wouldn’t look so bad.
I should send Ace back before he ruined everything.
But… I couldn’t send him back… Not until that foul, awful, horriblebitchwas?—
I jumped as I felt Knox’s touch at my neck.
My eyes focused on him, the tone shifting.
He got to his feet, and stepped to my side, dropping his touch to my waist.
The chaos in my mind died for a moment as I stared up into his intense, caramel eyes. And boy was his gaze intense right now.
His hand dropped lower beneath my dress, his palm pressing against my ass, and knocking me a step toward the desk.
“Bend over, Doll.” The Alpha bark caught me so off guard, I’d followed the command before I realised it. My cheek touched cool wood, and he was fixing the bracelet-cuffs still around my wrists together with ease. They were slender, with a small mechanism to clip together. He’d given me them when I firstarrived here, and I’d never taken them off, they were so natural I barely noticed them anymore.
Oh.
He stepped up behind me, taking Bunny and setting him next to us. His weight easily pinned me to the desk, and heat burst in my core as he pushed my dress up and ran his hand over my hips and ass. “Whose house is this?” he asked, his voice low.
“Um…” Well… that was debatable now that we’d figured out the Monopoly dog… Knox wasn’t playin’, though.
Crack!
I jumped at the sting of his palm on my flesh, the world steadying, and the million things that had been tumbling about in my mind all stilled at once.
“Whose house is this?” he asked again.
“Yours,” I stammered out instantly. Rogue wasn’t here to spank me over it, so you wouldn’t find me arguin’.
