Master in Shining Armor (Masters Unleashed 4)

“No hitting me in the face,” he growled. “That was your only warning.”

She stared at him.

“You okay?” He was breathing a bit faster than normal but otherwise in complete control, whereas Juliet felt like she’d been on the verge of going completely feral. Her chest was heaving, and her eyes and hair felt wild.

She nodded.

“If you want to keep fighting, go ahead. Just remember that a delicate little girl like you is never going to win, no matter how hard you try. I don’t even think you could hurt me.” His tone was a mocking challenge.

Oh yeah?

She tried to knee him in the groin, but he raised his leg, catching the blow with his thigh.

“Ah, ah. Bad girl.” He wrapped an arm around her back and picked her up, lifting her ass high and smacking it hard and fast so many times that she couldn’t even count. He dropped her back on the mattress, then beckoned her to come at him again.

She tried to dodge around him to get to the door, but he was fast and blocked her path. He made a grab for her, but she ducked under his arm and got to the door, then yanked on the bolt, but the damn thing just wouldn’t give.

“Is there some sort of trick to this thing?” She panted.

“The trick is you have to be stronger than a little kitten.”

“I’m not a kitten!”

“Well, you hiss and scratch like one, and you’re about as strong.”

“Don’t you dare say I’m fluffy.”

“You’re not fluffy, but you are ridiculously cute—especially when you think you can get away from me.”

He was so close she could feel the heat of him behind her, but he waited while she tested the door bolt against her own strength. The bolt won.

“So you really are trapped in here with me. If you’re a good girl, maybe you can bribe me to let you out.”

“Too bad I’m not a good girl. I guess we’re stuck here together forever,” she said lightly, flicking her hair back with a nonchalance she had a feeling she wouldn’t be feeling momentarily.

“Are you trying to say you’re not going to cooperate and do what you’re told?”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to say.”

“You shouldn’t make such bad choices, Juliet. You’re not going to like the consequences.”

She shoved at his chest, wanting more. More what? Adrenaline? Violence? She was getting off on all of it.

“For such a tiny little thing, you sure are scrappy.”

She rubbed her hand over the bulge of his cock. She squeezed, then squeezed too hard, and his gaze went from aroused to ir

ritated. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

“If you can’t play with that nicely, then maybe I shouldn’t let you play with it at all. Or maybe I’ll use it on you until you have a little more respect for it.”

“Promises, promises,” she mocked.

He heaved a sigh and shook his head regretfully. “I was trying to be nice, but apparently you don’t appreciate nice. If you think you’re ready to play like a big girl, we can do that.”

What did that mean? It was a mind fuck, right?

His hands came up to the front of her dress, and he grabbed the neckline in both hands, yanking until the vee in the middle started to tear. She tried to swat his hands away, then pry them away, but slowly, slowly, he ripped her dress all the way to the hem, exposing her nude body to his gaze. Nervously, she tried to hold the rough edges together, but he exploded into movement, stripping the dress off of her, ripping one of the straps as he did so.