Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,124

story, the one we use. I have it all separated into key points, with labeled sections and cheat sheets so it's easy for you to follow. Every detail matters. You've been in the paper way too much. Now it's time for us to counterattack.”

Furrowing my brows, I crook my jaw. “So, that entire binder basically tells our history that you created?”

“I guess you can put it that way.”

“Huh,” I grunt, rubbing my jaw. “I've never had someone plan everything out for me like this before.”

“Well,” she says with a serious tone. “You've never been in a position like this before.” Playing with the cover, she moves her eyes to the window. “And neither have I.”

“You mean your father hasn't forced you to be engaged to other fighters before?”

“Step-father,” she quickly corrects me, letting out a scoff. “And no. Are you kidding me? Do you really think this is normal for me or something?”

Shrugging, I hold out my arms.” I don't know; you tell me, you're the one holding a binder full of directions. It certainly doesn't seem like this is your first time.”

Her eyes jerk back in my direction, forehead crinkling with light lines. “Daniel doesn't usually go through this much trouble for one of his fighters. You should be grateful he's putting this much energy into you at all, because I wouldn't if I were him. You keep going the way you have been, and he's going to lose more than just his good name.”

Thinning my lips, I shake my head. I'm not sure what to say right now. Why should I be grateful for my own talent? If Daniel hadn't signed me, someone else would have eventually.

I made my own destiny, no one handed it to me on a silver platter. Daniel has the cash to open certain doors, to parade me around like some golden goose he bought. But it's my skills, mine and mine alone, that win each and every fight.

“Maybe it should be the other way around.”

“You think Daniel should be thanking you?” Her head jerks back on her neck as her eyes open wide. “You can't be serious. Why should he treat you like you're special? There'll be other Phade Manson's in the future, you're not the only special thing that deserves attention.”

“There will never be anyone else like me, I am the name—the muscle—the man. As for Daniel, we both know that he's going straight to the top with me, but without me, he'll fall flat on his face.” Veering my stare, I hold my eyes on hers. “I'm going to cement Daniel in this world, I promise you that.”

“You really think that?” she asks, her voice full of disbelief.

“If you don't, then you obviously don't know how good I am at what I do.” Brushing my knuckles across the outside of her thigh, I let my eyes settle on her face. “I excel at everything, one of those things you learned firsthand.” My smile spreads slow and steady as I watch my words sink into her brain. “I know that pussy didn't forget this cock.”

Sylvia just glares at me, her eyes moving to my cock briefly, then flicking back up. I'm pretty sure I pissed her off. Her eyes go dark as they still on my face. Flaring her nostrils, she stays quiet as she inhales a deep breath.

But in that stare I see something else. I see lust. I see need. I see memories and a body that knows exactly what it feels like to have me inside. A body that wants more.

The hair on her arms stands up as a visible shiver runs down her body. Her chest snaps outward, her breathing intensifies.

Licking her lips, Sylvia pulls her bottom lip deep into her mouth. And fuck me, that pouty little frown only makes my dick pulse and my balls tighten.

My eyes move down her legs, tracing her calf muscles. The heels make her legs look endless, giving me miles of skin to run my tongue over. I find myself wondering what color panties she's wearing, or maybe it's none at all?

I want to break you, I want to make you crumble and then put all your pieces back together so they fit my world and my world only.

“Don't even think about it,” she says, catching my stare.

“Think about what?” Holding out my arms, I try to show her that I'm harmless.

“Don't play with me. I know what's running through your head right now.”

Chuckling, I rub my chin with my thumb,