Page 60 of Regret

“Scarlet?” He stared at her in front of him.

“Yes, Scarlet. Who did you expect, the fucking mail man?”

“Jesus Christ. Where the fuck did you go?”

She held up the bags in her hands. “Duh.”

“You went shopping?”

“Yeah. We didn’t have a chance to pack anything since we had the SUV fuckers trying to kidnap my ass. So I thought that getting some clothes would be a good idea. I don’t know about you, but I prefer not to wear the same underwear for longer than a day.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You don’t wear underwear.”

Scarlet opened her mouth, then shut it again. She frowned. “Good point.”

He glanced down and noticed the display of color in the form of underwear and lingerie on the floor around him. “Scarlet, if you don’t wear underwear, why is the floor covered in lingerie?”

“I thought I’d give underwear a try. Plus, they were all just so pretty.” She reached into one of the bags she was still holding and pulled out a pair of CK boxer briefs. “I bought you some too.”

Unamused and un-fucking-impressed, he took a step closer to her. “You took my wallet.”

She matched his step and took one toward him. “I needed money.”

“Did you use my credit cards?”

“Do you think I’m stupid? You had enough cash in that wallet to feed an entire fucking country.”

Another step. “I think you’re stupid because you actually think you can continue playing this game with me.”

When she moved another step, dropping the bags, the entire atmosphere suddenly felt laden with pure, raw sexual tension. His eyes zeroed in on her mouth—those full, plump, heart-shaped lips which he knew tasted so fucking good.

“And what game is it that you think I’m playing, Ace?”

His gaze fell to her chest and he noticed that her breathing was just as strained as his. The anger and the red hot rage he felt five minutes ago morphed into an all-consuming need to fuck her until she couldn’t feel her damn legs.

“You know exactly what game I’m talking about.”

She stepped up, her chest flush against his. “What game, Ace?”

When she bit her lower lip, he fucking lost it. He grabbed her arm, spun her around, and pushed her face-first against the wall.

“A dangerous game.”

She squirmed against his hold. “What is it with you and pushing me against walls and windows?”

He pushed harder. “Shut up. You don’t know me. You have no idea what kind of monster your games are busy waking.” There was no stopping himself from grinding his cock against her firm ass, making him wish neither of them were wearing pants.

She pushed her ass out. “Maybe it’s the monster I really want.”

“You don’t know what the fuck you want.”

“Oh, I think I do.”

Slowly he started to wind her long hair around his fist, tighter and tighter. This was it. He was done fighting the bastard inside of him who wanted to ravish this woman, to prove that he had the ultimate control. If he could control her, he could control anyone.

With a hard jerk, he pulled her head back, and she gasped. A long, slow stroke with his tongue up her neck caused her to shiver.

He smiled. “You’ve been tempting me, woman, teasing me, walking around with no underwear, your tits barely covered by my shirt.”

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