“She’s so very good at being bad.”
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My truth is control.
My truth is that good is rewarded
and that bad is punished.
Aubrey Knight thought she could disrupt my business
and get away with it.
But, she was sorely mistaken.
So, when her father lost the election
and came to me begging for money I struck a deal.
The little brat would serve as collateral until the loan was repaid.
She thinks she can test me.
She will learn that my house has rules,
and she will learn to follow them.
I will never follow his rules.
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His hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, and he pulled back briefly. His intense amber eyes were on me and his breathing was heavy.
He didn’t seem like himself. That perfect composure he always wrapped around himself like a designer suit was gone.
He was shirtless.
And it was beautiful.
Because I knew it was just for me.
Maybe I’d been jealous of what I saw between him and his ballerina. But now I knew. Now I knew that he had his walls up around her, as well.
I was the only one he showed this side of himself to.
“Kiss me back, goddammit,” he growled against my neck, nipping at the skin.
I so wanted to. I wanted to let myself fall into him. I’d been burned by my own flames for so long that I was more than ready to let them go out if I thought someone would come along and keep me warm.
And Xavier seemed like the type of man that would do just that. He seemed like the type of man I could rely on.
I pressed my palms against his firm pectorals.
And then, I pushed him away.
“I’ll never be the other woman,” I said firmly.
“There’s no one else,” he growled.
“She left less than an hour ago,” I reminded him with a huff.
“She’s nothing to me,” he said before moving in again. I pushed against him but his strength overwhelmed me. His body was on me, and I barely had any fight left within me.
“You’re lying,” I whispered, looking away from his intense gaze.
His fingers gripped my chin roughly and turned my head so that I couldn’t help but look at him. “I don’t lie. I’ve never lied a day in my life. And I certainly wouldn’t break that over a woman.”
“Is that all I am? Just some woman?”
“Kiss me back and I’ll make you more than that.”
Did I believe him? Could it really be true that she was nothing to him? I saw the way he was with her. It was nothing like the way he was with me right now. He was all cold detachment with her.
His ice was gone.
All I could feel were the scorching bright flames of his heart. The flames that, try as he might, he couldn’t hide. They showed so brilliantly through his eyes.
“I’m not going to fall in love with you,” I whispered, even though I knew it was a lie.
“I don’t believe in love,” was his response.
“Good, then,” I grit out, not allowing myself to feel the disappointment that was welling up inside of me.
“You want this?” he asked, pushing his body into me. I could feel his erection against my stomach. There was no questioning what he wanted. “Tell me you want this.” He moved in closer, his lips hovering just above my ear. “Get down on your knees and beg me for it.”
My sex clenched at his words as shivers wracked my body. I did want him. Even still, I was never going to give into him that way.
“I’ll never beg you for anything,” I forced myself to say.
His face hardened. “I’m not fucking playing around Aubrey. Say you want this, say you want me, or all of this stops.”
“I want all of this,” I whispered. “I’m just never going to beg you for it.”
“You’re such a brat,” he nearly spat but he couldn’t hide his lust for me. I could see it in his eyes and the way he moved his body against me. I could feel it in how firm he was for me.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” I replied.
He captured my lips as I spoke and bit down hard on my lower lip. I gasped and he invaded my mouth with his tongue. I moaned as my nails dug into the firm muscles of his shoulders.
He consumed me with this kiss. His presence normally was dominating, consuming, intimidating. But, this kiss was that and more.
His fingers held my chin firmly in place, and I had no way to fight him. No way to refuse him. No way to escape him.
None of that mattered though.
Because I didn’t want to do any of that.
I wanted to be here. I wanted his lips on me. I wanted to erase whatever it was I saw earlier, even if he said it was nothing.
He pulled back and I sucked in breath. Suddenly I found myself being flipped around so that my body was pressed against the wall. He held me there and I knew I wouldn’t escape him if he didn’t want me to.
“I don’t need to pretend for you. I don’t like it. Your attitude, your challenges. You’re a spoiled little brat, Ms. Knight. You deserve to be punished.”
He pulled the lace thong I didn’t remember putting on aside and his fingers danced just beside my folds. My legs were shaking with anticipation. I wanted him to touch me more than I wanted anything, but he seemed determined to make me beg for it.
I bit down on my tongue hard to stop myself from giving in. To stop myself from going back on my word within less than thirty seconds.
“So strong. So fierce. So feisty,” he whispered against my ear before sucking on the lobe.
“Do what you came here to do,” I goaded him. “Or I’m going to think you’ve lost your nerve.”
He smirked against my skin. “You’re lucky I don’t have a paddle, or your ass would be as fiery as your attitude.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I seethed as he continued to tease me, massaging the inside of my thighs gently.
His finger dipped inside my entrance suddenly, and I screamed at the intrusion as he started to work me expertly.
“What was that, Ms. Knight?” he whispered against me as he continued to work me, pressing hard against my G-spot with each stroke. “Were you trying to suggest that I lack the nerve to take you? Was that it?”
I wanted to respond. I wanted to fight back at his comment. But, I could barely breathe with how fast he was working me now. Air seemed to catch in my throat, and I was fairly sure my legs had given out and his strength was the only thing holding me up.
Just as I was about to crest, he pulled his finger out of me and wrapped it around the front of my body. I opened my mouth to protest and instead found his thick fingers shoved inside.
“Taste yourself on me, Ms. Knight. Tell me how good submitting to me tastes.”
I groaned around his fingers before he pulled them out. His body pulled back, and I thought for a minute that he really intended to leave the job unfinished.
But within seconds he was pressing me back against the wall and sheathing himself inside of me.
“Fuck!” I cursed at the feel of him. He’d taken me raw, and I could feel every beautiful inch of his stiff cock pressing deeper and deeper inside of me.
“You’re beautiful when you don’t resist,” he whispered against my back before he started to move.
Writer of all things untamed, romantic and free, Ivy Wild never planned on becoming a romance novelist. In fact, she hated romance as a kid and was quite proud of that fact. Basically, life is weird.
Married to her own alpha hero, she currently lives in various places of the world at various times thanks to his military career.
Her current side hustle is being a lawyer.
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