lips to hers. Assuming that Gillian would melt into his touch, he was unprepared to feel her push him back before taking her hand and striking him across the face. He stood stunned for a moment, fingering his bearded jaw before an icy cold rage began to settle in his gut. Gillian's slap had been more like a dull sting, but why in the hell had she hit him? No woman had ever hit the Brit! John and Patrick had made love to Gillian several times throughout the night, and he had literally pulled her off him this morning so he could attend to business. John had hated to leave her warm, soft body and had felt cold the moment his feet had hit the floor. The last time John had taken Gillian, she had begged for his touch. Now his beautiful, majestic kitten was standing in front of him pissed off and daring him to touch her! What the hell had happened?
"What the fuck is wrong with you, kitten? Why did you hit me?" John demanded as he reached for her once again. Pulling her struggling form into his arms, the Brit was quick to smash his mouth down on hers. Instead of feeling her arms slip around his neck, he felt her hands pushing at his chest. Breaking the kiss, John forced her back against the wall and pinned her hands above her head with one of his hands. In a low growl, he said, "Stop fucking fighting me, kitten. You're pissing me off, and remember what happened the last time you did that."
Remembering the spanking all too well, Gillian stopped struggling and looked to the side. She jerked her face away as he tried to gently lift her chin so he could look into her eyes. Gillian felt the tears stinging the back of her eyes, and the last thing she wanted to do was let John see her being weak. Swallowing the growing lump in her throat, she said, "Don't touch me, John."
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you, kitten?" he asked as she avoided his gaze. He could see the hurt on her face but had no idea what the cause was.
"Did you see Pandora this morning, John?" Gillian blurted out as her eyes finally met his. She could tell that the question caught him off guard by the look on his face, but she needed to know the truth.
"What?" John replied, confused. He had seen the Greek woman this morning, but only to tell her to get her shit and get the fuck out. John had no use for the woman since meeting his kitten and the thought of being intimate with someone else made him feel nauseous. Pandora had attempted to kiss him, but John had blocked it and pushed her away before ordering Luther to take her to her room so she could get her things. Why was she asking about Pandora?
"Answer the damn question, John!" the American barked, rage boiling her blood. "Did you see Pandora this morning?"
"Yes, I did, but what the fuck does that matter?" John said, watching a mask come over her face as her body completely stilled in his arms.
"It doesn't," Gillian softly lied, her eyes never leaving his. John wasn't even trying to deny being with Pandora this morning, so she now knew what she had to do. Taking a deep breath, she said, "I think it's time for me to leave, John. You got what you wanted. I gave you the book, so now it's time for me to get what I want."
John could not explain the complete and total wrath that shot through him at hearing Gillian's words. His eyes immediately blackened and his body stiffened. So, she wanted to leave him? No woman had ever left John fucking Kenric! Couldn't Gillian see how much he cared about her? He was offering her the world, and here she stood before him, shoving it back in his face! More than that, the Brit was offering himself, and Gillian clearly didn't want that, either. He couldn't explain the void that was filling his chest at the American's rejection. The eyes that were looking at him with love and affection last night were now shooting daggers at him. If kitten wanted to leave, then she could get the fuck out!
"So, you want to leave, kitten?" John asked in a growl through clenched teeth as he pushed his body intimately against her. His lips hovered only inches