murmurs, not attempting to release her wrists from underneath my hold.
“You think I forgot just because I left?”
“You should. That’s how it’s supposed to be,” she pants, slamming her eyes shut hard before she opens them again. This time, moisture coats her lower lids.
I wipe a finger under her eyes, taking her tears for my own. Everything that’s hers will be mine now, whether it’s her tears or her anger, or even her hotheaded stubbornness.
The moment I saw Kai’s henchman hold a gun to her forehead, I nearly killed them both then and there. For a second, I forgot about my mission and the fact that, for my plan to work, Kai and Lazlo need to be only injured, not gone. It wouldn’t do me any good to eliminate the two strongest heads whose organizations wouldn’t hesitate to seek revenge as a result.
However, at that moment, I wanted Kai’s vacant eyes, and I wanted them even more when he tried to touch her. It took godlike patience to hold on to my end goal and only threaten the bastard.
“I never forgot anything about you, Princess.” And it wasn’t by fucking choice. Rai has always been something I can never erase from my head, no matter how much I try to.
It’s like having an unreachable itch and not knowing where exactly it is located.
She closes her hands into fists, and she would probably hit me if they were free. “Liar. Asshole.”
“I’m fine with that, but do you know what I’m not fine with?” My voice gains an edge as I wrap my free hand around her throat. “You putting yourself in danger or running straight to it like you did today. Repeat that again and I’ll punish you.”
“You…you can’t punish me.” I don’t miss the way her drunken voice lowers at the word punish.
“Oh, I very much can and I will if you keep having such little regard for your fucking safety. Also…” I tighten my hold around her neck, not hard enough to cut off her oxygen, but firm enough to keep her attention on me. “You don’t let other men near you. You don’t touch them, act friendly around them, or talk to them more than necessary.”
“Or what?” she asks coyly. “You’re going to puuuunish me?”
“I will.”
“Hooow?”
“I have my methods.”
“Why don’t you show me?”
“Show you?”
“Yup.” She giggles then whispers as if she doesn’t want anyone else to hear. “Punish me.”
Fuck me.
My dick strains against my trousers with the need to rip off her flimsy underwear and fuck her into the mattress so hard she’ll remember me on her for days. I’ll mark her fair skin so it’s full of my bites and evidence of who she belongs to.
The only thing that stops me from doing so is her drunken state. I might be immoral, but I’m no rapist. Knowing her episodes, she’ll have little to no recollection of this in the morning, and I will not be integrated into her mind as the one who fucked her when she was wasted.
Besides, I want her completely in the act with me, and I sure as fuck want her to remember me come morning. After all, it’s no fun when she doesn’t scream.
“Why aren’t you doing it?” She bucks against the bed, but a squeeze of my hand around her throat keeps her in place. She groans, her cheeks heating with the effort. “You did it earlier.”
“When?”
“At the wedding.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. Like this.” She lifts her head, and I give her a bit of leeway to see what she’ll do. Rai seals her lips to mine. It’s brief, almost like a peck, before she attempts to fall back. I let her, but I don’t allow her lips to leave mine.
Fuck it. I feast on her as I did at the altar, licking and nibbling. She keeps her lips closed for a fraction of a second before she opens up with a moan, letting me eat her whole.
Her eyes roll back as I kiss her hard and rough. I don’t stop to allow either of us any breath. I don’t stop when she whimpers, her body going slack underneath me.
I kiss her like this is our first and last time, like I’ve been deprived of it for life, and I probably have. Why the fuck wasn’t I kissing this woman before?
It takes all my self-restraint to wrench my mouth from hers. She’s panting, staring at me with heavy-lidded eyes that are asking for trouble, something I’m more than willing to