Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew #1) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,219

she ignored me, wriggling out of her bikini within the towel and tossing it into my laundry basket by the sink. Then she pushed past me and lunged for my jeans on the floor. I caught her around the waist, nearly dislodging her towel and she bit into my arm like a savage.

“God, you’re infuriating,” I snarled, carrying her back to my room and dumping her there before grabbing my jeans and taking the door key from the pocket.

“Oh, I’m infuriating?” she laughed humourlessly, her colourful hair hanging wet around her shoulders. Fuck, she looked appetising. I walked slowly toward her, a predator closing in on my prey and she started backing up toward the bed.

“Yeah, you’re a stubborn, pig headed, reckless little brat,” I said, insulting her with every step I took forward.

Her legs hit the bed and she looked flustered for a second before she schooled her expression, straightening her spine. “Well you’re a bossy megalomaniac, so how do you expect me to act?”

I got up close to her face, breathing in the scent of my body wash on her skin as my cock started to throb. “I expect you to do as I say.”

“That’s never going to happen. Not in this lifetime, not in the next, not in the one after-”

I kissed her to shut her up and she jerked her head away from me with a growl of fury. She drove a knee toward my balls and I shoved her back onto the bed before she got close. Her towel slipped loose and she hurried to close it up before I got a look at her bare pussy. While I watched her with a wild hunger, I wasn’t ready for the heel of her foot to slam into my dick and I groaned in agony, lurching away as I cupped my junk. She ran past me, unlocking the balcony doors and running away with the bunch of keys in her hand. I cursed, racing after her but she’d already used the keys to get her own balcony door open by the time I stepped outside. I ran flat out to try and catch her before she got into her room, powering up behind her.

She yelped as she slipped inside and slammed the door. I crashed into it, the key turning in the lock a second later. She smirked victoriously, pressing her middle finger to the glass and I scowled at with my heart thrashing against my ribcage.

I watched as she hurried over to her door, opened it to let Mutt in then twisted the lock on that too. I smacked my palm on the glass in anger.

“Rogue!” I barked. “Open this door.”

She walked calmly back over to the window, taking hold of her towel and biting down on her lip as she teased it open just a little, barely holding onto it. My breathing became shallow as I waited to get the show of my life. A voice in the back of my head was shouting red alert, but the boy in me couldn’t stop staring and hoping that she’d decided to give me a look at her body for some unknown reason.

“Who’s really got the power here, Badger?” she asked, arching a brow then yanking the curtains shut and I smacked my palm on the glass again with a roar of frustration.

Damn her. And damn my dick for being so easily misled by her.

I strode back to my room, slamming the balcony door so hard that the whole house rattled before I grabbed some clothes and pulled them on. Fuck knew what I was even dressed in as I shoved out of my door and jogged downstairs on the hunt for my brothers.

It was late, but my boys always celebrated after a job and especially after we’d struck such a serious blow against Maverick.

I found them in the lounge arguing over playing music or porn on the tv. JJ wanted the porn obviously.

They both fell quiet as they noticed my arrival, looking past me as they sought out the fourth member of this household.

“Where is she?” JJ asked, giving up on trying to get the tv remote from Chase’s hands and giving me a kicked puppy dog look. “Did you piss her off again?”

“And why are your sweatpants on backwards?” Chase snorted.

I shrugged, dropping into a chair and picking up the bottle of rum left there, taking a swig of it.

“For fuck’s sake, Fox,” JJ growled, marching toward me and I quirked a brow at