Blood & Bones: Rook (Blood Fury MC 7)

He hated himself. Not her.

He hated that he wanted her. The same way she wasn’t happy with how she wanted him.

“Fuck you, too, Rook,” she whispered. “Fuck you for not wanting to work with me. Fuck you for never thanking me for saving your ass from being raped. Fuck you for forcing your way into my apartment last time. Fuck you for breaking into it this time. Fuck you for making it impossible for me to shoot you right now when I have every right to. Fuck you for making me want you. Fuck you for making me wet. Just… fuck you, too.”

He pulled his face from her neck and straightened to stare down into her face. “Damn, darlin’,” he whispered, wearing a cocky grin.

She shoved his chest with both of her hands, forcing him to catch his balance by taking a step back. “Don’t you dare smirk, you asshole. Just… don’t.” But it at least gave her a little breathing space.

“You want me.”

“You wouldn’t be breathing right now, otherwise, darlin’,” she told him.

“How far could I push you before you’d stop me?”

“Do you want to try it?”

“Thinkin’ I might.”

“Why?”

He grabbed her wrist and pressed her hand to his erection. “Gotta admit, the thought of takin’ it to the edge with you makes me hard as fuck.”

“You were hard before that.”

He tipped his head to the side and dragged her hand up and down his length. “Yeah, but not this hard.”

“There’s something wrong with you.”

“There’s a shitload wrong with me.” His hand clamped around her throat again, but much looser this time and his thumb pressed to her pulse, which was pounding at a rapid pace. “Yeah, that shit might get you off.”

“No.”

He leaned in closer until his face was right above hers again and, “Liar,” whispered over her lips.

“Get out of my apartment.”

“Don’t fuckin’ take orders from people like you. Thought I made myself clear about that shit.”

“Fine. Then don’t get naked. I’m not going to order you to get the hell out, instead I’ll strongly suggest it.”

“Ain’t leavin’.”

“I didn’t invite you.”

“Don’t give a fuck.”

“You should.”

He shrugged and smiled.

So damn cocky.

He slid his hand up her neck until it caught her jawline, pulled up her chin and stretched her throat. “Get naked.”

Goosebumps exploded once again over every inch of her body.

Her breasts and pussy ached with need.

In her line of work, she had to take control and keep it. She had to be the one giving orders to control the scenario. She had to be firm with her commands.

He was trying to take that from her. He wanted to be the one to control the scenario, to give the orders, to make her comply.

It surprised her that she wanted that from him. “You need to leave.”

He shook his head slowly. “No, darlin’, that’s not what you want.”

“You don’t know what I want.”

“You told me and you’re showin’ me right now. The way you’re breathin’. The shake in your voice. And…” He brushed the back of his fingers down her stomach to the elastic waistband of her nylon track pants and slipped his hand inside.

She sucked in her belly as, with excruciating slowness, he slid his hand lower, under her boy shorts and found how wet she was.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Wet and hot for me.” He dragged his middle finger through her soaked folds. “Can’t hide that.”

He did it again, and then a third time, before dipping his middle finger inside her. Not rough, but gently. Not fucking her with her finger, but just teasing, testing.

A sigh slipped from her as he added a second finger. Still gentle, not pumping, but enough to drive her crazy.

“It gets you off to think about doin’ what I tell you to, don’t it? If I told you to drop to your knees and swallow my cock, you’d do it, wouldn’t you? If I told you to bend over and spread your ass cheeks so I can fuck you there, you wouldn’t say no, would you?”

Her answer was an unmistakable groan. She couldn’t deny that she would do anything he’d demand right now.

And that was dangerous.

This spell he had on her was so damn dangerous. Reckless.

She needed to break that spell.

But maybe… later.

After.

Right now, the thought of doing everything and anything he demanded sounded like a good idea. Even though, she knew deep down it wasn’t.

She had the devil on one shoulder, an angel on the other, and she was about to flick that angel off and tell her to go hide for a while. She needed to spend a little time with the devil.

A devil whose name was Rook.

“Get naked,” she ordered him.

His eyes narrowed. “You first,” he demanded.

“I was naked last time and you weren’t.”

“Yeah,” he grunted, his fingers still gently probing her wetness, exploring her.

She bit back a groan.

“You’re packin’.”

“Not where you’re searching me, I’m not.”