Page 35 of Forbidden Protector

While I’m supposed to be distracted by the scattering glass, she turns to face me, preparing to strike.

But I’m already there, pushing her back into the wall. My arm presses into her throat.

The table knife in her hand clatters to the floor.

Her eyes go wide, and the flash of fear turns to something else as our breaths begin to synchronize. As I inhale the intoxicating scent of her clean hair.

“Let’s get one thing straight right now,” I growl at her. “I might workwithyour brother. But the second you become more trouble than you’re worth, I won’t hesitate.”

Roisin’s eyes land on my lips. “To kill me or fuck me?”

“This is your last warning.”

“Yeah?” She leans forward so close I can see the blue rim of her green eyes. “Well, this is yours.”

Her mouth is on mine a second later.

For a moment, the beast takes over. Pawing at her shamelessly, trapping her body against the wall with mine. Hands go into my hair, pulling at the roots hard enough for my eyes to water. Her teeth immediately claim my bottom lip, pressing down hard enough to draw blood.

I pull away with a groan and a staggering step, turning away from her. Trying desperately to regain my composure.

“Why did you stop?” Her angelic voice coos in my ear.

I close my eyes to try and block it out.

What am I doing? This is a terrible fucking idea. But this woman has a way of getting under my skin that is entirely unreasonable for someone I’ve only just met.

“Look at me.”

I let out a strangled breath, hoping it would calm me down.

But what little resolve I managed to gain in that moment comes crumbling down the second I look back at Roisin.

A vision of swollen lips and a messy head of red curls steps closer to me. Her enchanting eyes never leave mine as her hands drift to her blouse. Unbuttoning each clasp one by one with every step.

I watch my own hands reach for her and pull the damn thing off myself. I have a split second to admire her full chest, barely contained within a scrap of fabric functioning as a bralette, before my mouth crashes into hers again.

This time, I don’t hold back.

I grab her neck tightly, securing her closeness as I explore her mouth more thoroughly.

My tongue battles with hers for domination. There is nothing sweet about this, and I can practically feel my frustration pour into her as she nips and bites at me in retaliation.

Her hand suddenly grabs mine and guides it roughly to her breast. Only… That damn fabric. The only thing standing between me and the satisfaction of her hardened nipple between my teeth.

“You rip that,” Roisin suddenly hisses against my lips. “You pay for it.”

My fingertips only cling to the fabric tighter.

“This pathetic excuse for lingerie?” It comes apart in my hand instantly. “I’ll buy you something much more to my standard.”

“I’m not your doll—oh!”

Her breast tastes so sweet in my mouth. My tongue swirls around her nipple lazily as her hands practically pull my hair from my scalp.

My fingers trail down her stomach to confirm my suspicion, ducking under the elastic lining of her pants. She quivers beneath me as I reach her core, and I smile at how easily my fingers glide over her.

“I thought you could be whoever I wanted you to be,” I say into her neck, biting at the exposed skin there when she tilts her head back to groan.

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