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I have fucked up. I step back, trying to figure out an escape. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Too late, fireball.”
He charges me, and suddenly I’m over his shoulder with his hand smacking my ass. I lose my grip on my drink and champagne floods the floor. He ignores the mess, as well as the yelps and cheers coming from the crowd surrounding us. All he does is jostle me as we stride through the lobby and out to his running SUV.
I’m like a rag doll with his brute strength, flipped back and shoved onto the seat. We’re speeding away before I get my hair out of my face. I lose the battle to gather the wild strands when his fists grip my arms and I’m yanked onto his lap, straddling his legs.
We’re both huffing when he grabs my face, hard but not painful. “You. Are. Mine.”
I open my mouth to argue and his lips crash into mine with a punishing kiss. Unlike the gentleness from before, this time he’s brutal, stalking my tongue and tasting every inch of me. His hands glide to my top and he rips the string, catching my breasts as they fall from the fabric.
As much as I despise myself in this moment for letting him get to me, I love how good he feels. His skillful hands simultaneously soothe and stir the ache throbbing in my body. He’s barely touched me, and my panties are already wet. How can I hate him and love his touch at the same time?
He breaks away from my mouth and tips down to my hard nipples sucking and biting one then the other. Nothing has ever felt this amazing. My head falls back giving him full access. He thanks me by groaning and grabbing my ass to grind me against his rock-hard cock.
“Mine. These tits. This ass. This pussy. All fucking mine, angel.”
The caveman claims pull me out of my pleasure. I can’t enjoy the sex if I can’t stand the man. I’m too disappointed to be mad anymore. My voice is soft as I remind him. “No. You can’t have them if you don’t have my heart.”
Hooded eyes meet mine. “I’m sorry I was late, but if you give me a chance to explain, you’ll understand why.”
“Late? I thought you weren’t coming. I thought…”
Stupid emotion gets me. I’m too embarrassed to admit I assumed he didn’t care enough about me to come when he said he would.
Warm hands caress up and down my back. “We got Greyson. He was telling anyone who would listen that he was going to take me down and get you for himself. No one talks about you that way.”
The thrill of Titan’s explanation overrides my disgust from that creep’s idea. “No one has ever stood up for me before.”
His fingers curl over my shoulders and hold me in place. This time the force is unnecessary. I don’t want to be anywhere but here.
“It had to be done. I can’t allow disrespect to me or my woman. As soon as I had it taken care of, all I wanted to do was celebrate your birthday with you. That’s what Baxter was supposed to explain to you but obviously he fucked it up.”
Wow. I’m stunned to silence. Titan protects me, defends me, respects me. This is real. He is real. We have something real.
Incapable of finding the words to express my feelings, I reach for his jacket and drag out his phone, turning the front to his face to unlock the screen. “What time is it?”
His head tilts as he studies me, but he answers what I ask. “Eleven oh two.”
“Then you’ve got fifty-eight minutes left to make it up to me.”
The evil smile returns. This time I’m ready for him.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Titan
I climb out first and then pick her up, curling her little body to me. With her tangled hair, swollen lips, and glowing face, she’s the most gorgeous I’ve ever seen her. She doesn’t fight me dominating her. Which is good since she’s topless under my coat after I destroyed her stupid bikini and ripped off her jacket for full access to her heavenly tits.
I carry her inside and straight to my suite. Our suite now. I stand her on her feet, holding her up since she’s unsteady, drunk on champagne and my affection. Despite her fragility, she deserves her punishment. “That’s not my cologne.”
Her perfect emerald eyes open a little wider and she shakes her head, attempting to clear away the confusion. “What are you talking about?”
I tip down and nuzzle her neck. “You smell of another man.” I harden my voice and stand tall, dragging her up to her tiptoes. “You let another man touch you? You let a man feel what’s mine?”
“I didn’t! He was trying to dance with me!”
Her earnestness is adorable. “Don’t worry, angel. He’ll pay for his disrespect…and so will you.”
