back?” I asked him as I remained in my seat and everyone else stood. But it was either that or show off my raging hard on to the entire room so I was going with seeming rude over that.
“Whenever I wake up tomorrow,” Frankie replied. “Don’t get up to too much mischief while I’m gone.” He winked at me, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and heading for the door beside Enzo.
Winter hugged Sloan and I managed to rearrange my dick well enough to cover up most of my arousal before I followed them out to say goodbye.
Sloan and Rocco offered to take Tyson with them for a sleepover as he and Coco seemed to have made firm friends and they had a yard where he could stretch his legs and do his business so I reluctantly agreed. I didn’t like being away from my loyal friend, but a penthouse in the centre of the city wasn’t ideal for a dog used to freedom in the mountains.
When they’d all piled into the elevator and the doors slid closed, I turned to look at Winter with my jaw ticking.
“What the fuck was that about?” she demanded angrily and my hackles instantly rose to the challenge in her voice.
“I don’t like other men looking at you like that,” I said in a low voice which brokered no argument, but she didn’t seem to give a shit about that.
“It’s my body, not yours. I didn’t trade one kind of cage for another, Nicoli.”
I bristled at her tone and stalked towards her. “I don’t want to cage you,” I snarled.
“Well you could have fooled me. You acted like a total ass tonight.”
Anger rose in me like a wild and unpredictable thing but as my gaze caught on the scars on her legs I blew out harsh breath and turned away from her, stalking towards the windows which looked out over the bay.
“Don’t you dare do that!” she shouted and my heart leapt in surprise at hearing her raise her voice that way a moment before a goddamn metal dog bowl smacked me in the back of the head and bounced off to land on the carpet.
“Do what?” I demanded, whirling back around again angrily, wondering what the fuck she was thinking to start throwing shit.
“Look at me like I’m just some victim. Hold back on your anger because you think I can’t handle it. I’m not made of glass, Nicoli! I went through something, something really fucked up that I’ll obviously never forget, but I refuse to be marked by it forever. If I can’t even trust you to be yourself with me then how the hell am I supposed to move on from it?” She looked angry enough to spit, but I was pretty pissed myself.
“Fine,” I snapped striding back over to her and forcing myself to do as she asked, to give her what she wanted, not to hold back. “I’m pissed at you for that dress and for dancing with Enzo and for grinding your ass into my dick and driving me insane with desire when you knew I was angry already.”
“Well guess what, Nicoli, I’m pissed at you for treating me like a fucking possession and for using the fact that I couldn’t speak around them to get your own way. That was really fucked up.” Her palms slammed into my chest, but I just took the force of her rage without moving.
She growled with fury as I didn’t even move beneath her assault and she shoved me again. And again. The fourth time she did it, I caught her wrists and glared down at her. “Stop,” I warned in a dark tone before releasing her again.
“No, you stop,” she demanded angrily, red lips pursed as she glared up at me. “Stop treating me like I’m some fragile little flower. If you’re angry with me then do something about it.”
She shoved me again and I snarled at her as I caught her waist and shoved her back against the breakfast bar, kissing her with all the heat of my fury and knocking a glass to the floor where it shattered loudly. She moaned into my mouth, her fingers curling against my biceps and digging in until her fingernails cut into me.
I kissed her brutally, savagely, devouring her with the full force of my rage and driving my dick against her with a desperate kind of need. She started unhooking my shirt buttons, biting into my lip as