She raised it, and something in the motion was more familiar than I'd have expected. She was comfortable with the gun in her hand, the feeling of the cool metal against her skin.
"I dated a cop once, you know," she admitted, and even the vague reference of another man who'd been inside her made me murderous all over again. Her other hand pressed the magazine ejector, setting the magazine itself onto the table with a thump. She racked the slide back, glancing into the chamber, and inspected it with her finger to be sure it wasn't loaded. Then she racked it back five times in a row to be safe, and my dick twitched in my pants. She smirked as she removed the slide, pulling out the spring and the barrel in rapid succession. "So give me a gun to protect myself, and I'll be on my way." She set the frame on the table finally, getting back into my face one last time with arrogance dancing in her eyes.
The tip of my nose touched hers briefly as I leaned in, bringing my hand up to grab her around the back of her head. My lips brushed against hers, a subtle reminder of the chemistry between us as I spoke. "You'd shoot me with it."
The soft skin of her mouth against mine felt like the sweetest caress as it tipped into a smile. She didn't deny the truth in my statement, just kept her honey eyes trained on mine bravely. Like I wasn't a murderer who could kill her with the hand so close to her neck, like I was more than just a ruthless mercenary who could easily snap her neck before she could blink.
Sadie stared my raging beast in the face and dared me to punish her, reminding me at every turn that she wasn't the kind of woman I could just boss around and expect compliance. She'd challenge me. She'd push me past my limits, and the moment I stopped expecting that from her, she'd act out just to remind me who she was.
Temptation sent by the devil himself to trap better men into being wrapped around her finger.
It was a good thing I wasn't a better man.
Crashing my lips onto hers, I shoved all my rage and possession into that kiss as I stepped over the coffee table and refused to separate my mouth from her. We fused together, one and the same as I shoved her onto her back on the couch. I only pulled back long enough to rip her shirt over her head, exposing all that tawny skin I loved so much. "You seem to have forgotten who owns this body," I growled. "You put it in danger." I flipped her to her stomach, using a hand and all the strength in my arm to hold her down at her shoulders. She bucked against me as I pulled her jeans and underwear down her thighs to bare her ass to me. "I will never tolerate you putting this fucking ass at risk."
My palm gripped it, kneading the mound of flesh while Sadie yelled her protest into the cushion. "You fucking asshole!"
"That's not very nice," I murmured, drawing a hand back to smack it against her sharply. The sound cracked through the office, her muscled ass only bouncing slightly with the force of the blow, even as her skin reddened underneath my palm.
"I will gut you," she growled as a second blow came down on her other cheek.
"I know you have a thing for sets of five," I uttered, some of my anger abating at the sound of her enraged shriek that the cushion only slightly muffled. I was grateful for the mostly empty club downstairs and the lack of paying customers, because I knew anyone near the stairs would hear her scream when the third blow landed on her already swollen and burning ass. Two more followed, her body remaining taut as she tried to push back against my hand.
Slipping my hand between her thighs, I grinned at the feel and sight of her wetness coating her thighs. Sadie could claim to want independence. She could claim to want freedom from me.
But her body told another story, the epitome of the forbidden, inexplicable attraction that pulsed between us. She shouldn't want me, but she was mine regardless. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke the back wall of her pussy harshly as she gasped beneath me. "I should fuck this tight little ass of yours. Let you feel the burn inside and out every time I slam into you," I warned her, eliciting a moan from her lips as I released my pressure on her shoulders.
She turned her head to stare at me, her body perfectly still and pliant as my fingers fucked her pussy. "Don't you dare," she hissed. My other hand went to my belt, pulling it free from my pants as I slid my fingers free from her tight sheath. Sucking them clean before I shifted my weight off her I let her get to her feet. Her hands instantly went to tug her jeans up her legs, turning away from me with a glare when the rough fabric scraped against her tender flesh. I grabbed those offending hands behind her back before she could button the pants, slipping them through the loops I'd made in my belt and tightening until I fastened the hook. I'd heard the story of Ryker doing it to Calla, though he'd done it to keep Calla from touching him. I did it so I could safely ravage my woman while she raged at me. "Enzo!" she yelled, pulling back and moving to hit me in the junk as she turned to run. "Stop it."
My dark chuckle bounced through the room, sounding menacing even for me. "Can't do that. My Baby
