Page 24 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

That had been the point. I smiled through the pain warming my knees. “You told me to wear the suit you liked,” I said, glancing down at my chest, my breasts. I basically had two straps of fabric holding up my double-Ds. I smirked. “I was only doing what you said.”

Like stated, he’d embarrassed me on that fucking bus.

“Think you’re cute, don’t you?” His hold did nothing to loosen, his fingers pinching into my skin. His dark eyes radiated like hot coals, and the moment they flicked down, my nipples tightened. Like actually fucking hard and a flush of warmth moved over my chest. My cleavage charged beet red, and Wolf dampened his full lips.

My core buzzed then, my stupid fucking body reacting to him. I didn’t know why. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk after he threw me on the floor.

“Up on your knees, and when you do, I want you to take your top down,” he said, my eyes launching wide. He had to be joking, but it didn’t seem like he was, considering the way his attention didn’t leave my boobs. He glanced up. “I want to see your tits.”

What the fuck?

“Fuck no.” I ripped my arm away, my skin still warm from where he’d grabbed me. I wished it was just because what he’d done hurt, but honestly, he hadn’t grabbed me that hard.

What’s wrong with you? He asked you to take your top down.

Disgust curled my lip. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

“No, but you have.” He stood to full height, godlike. Or I guess, in this case, an angel considering his outfit. His chiseled arms folded, biceps lean, cut. “You did the moment you decided to flash your fucking tits and ass out there. You obviously wanted a certain amount of attention.”

I’d been playing a game then, a game with him.

“So, show me those tits,” he said, eyes darkening, and my clit buzzed. What the fuck? “Show them to me or our deal is off, and I call Kurt right fucking now.”

He wouldn’t, crazy. “You’re bluffing.”

Honest to fuck, he didn’t grace me with a response. He merely reached into his harness, a strap of material there. It looked like maybe it was supposed to hold some kind of weapon for his costume, but out of it, he pulled his cell phone.

My heart leaped when he pressed a single button. Like he was ready for this moment.

Maybe he was.

“Hello?” sounded from the phone. Wolf had it on speaker. “Ares, is that you? It’s late, son.”

My stomach twisted, my heart hammering. I crawled on pulsating knees toward Wolf, but he stepped out of reached.

A grin touched his full lips, as he brought the phone to his mouth. Kurt was on the other line. I recognized his voice easily. “I know it’s late, Kurt, and I’m sorry about that.” Studying me pathetically on the floor, Wolf’s grin hiked. “I guess I just wanted to talk to you about something. Something important that I feel you need to know.”

He’d warned me about this. He’dwarnedme, but once again, I’d let my temper get the better of me. I reacted like I always did. I shook my head. “Wolf, please…”

“Oh?” Kurt came in with, but before he could say another word, I guided the straps of my bathing suit down. Tears pricked my eyes for another reason this time, and Wolf’s attention directed away from his call.

“Actually, Kurt,” he said, watching as I exposed my breasts. I almost got the material down to my nipples when Wolf took my hand.

Lengthy fingers folded around my wrist, his thumb brushing the flush across my chest. My nipples pebbled again, and the sensation physically made me ill.

It was like Wolf knew my body’s physical response, his digit lazily outlining the eye of my koi tattoo. I shivered, and that wolfish grin of his hiked once more.

“I might be mistaken,” he stated, quick. “I’ll call you back later.”

He wanted to see if I’d actually do it, submit to him. My gut churning, I got on my knees, and the look he gave me…

Fascination. A wide array of it hit his eyes, and something dark and equally disturbing lingered beneath. He gripped my hair, exposing my neck.

“I want this up,” he said before giving me the hair tie from around his wrist. He might have used it earlier since his hair was down. His thick curls grazed his cut cheekbones.

I did what he said, and he stood back, watching me. More of that fascination touched his dark eyes again, and when his irises flared, my stomach fluttered.

Was this… turning him on? Me? I mean, he said I didn’t know anything about the girls he dated so…

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