“Carson, carry Allie.” I shut my front door to end any argument she may have had, and I took a deep breath before pulling her door open.
Carson already had Allie in his arms, but I wasn’t looking at them. I was staring down at Josie as she glared up at me.
“Do you need me to carry you too?” I cocked my head to the side, and I knew the moment the question passed my lips that it would piss her off.
Good.
I wanted to piss her off.
I wanted her to fight me.
“If you fucking touch me, I’ll kick you in the balls.”
I grinned as she scooted out of her seat, but I didn’t give her any space. I stayed exactly where I stood, my back against the door, and I waited for her to climb past me.
She was stubborn, but I would be unmovable.
“Excuse me.” Her knees pressed against my thighs as she remained perched on the edge of the seat to get out.
I didn’t budge. I stared down at her, and I waited for her next move.
She huffed and her cheeks reddened when she realized I had no intentions of just letting her pass me by, and she slid from her seat. Her body touched mine, and I knew she hated it. I didn’t. All of my blood went straight to my cock at the small feel of her. She tried to slide by me, but I reached out my hand and stopped her. I knew that asshole was in the house.
In her house.
And knowing he was so close, made me want to break something. It made me want to break her.
“Let me go, Beck.”
“And if I don’t?” I cocked an eyebrow and moved closer into her space. She smelled so good, but it wasn’t some expensive-ass perfume like most of these girls wore. It was something else. Something innocent and addicting. Even her scent begged me to ruin her.
“I’ll scream.”
As she said the words, her body moved the slightest bit closer to mine. Regardless of what she thought she wanted, her body felt differently.
Her breathing was faster than only moments before, and I couldn’t stop the urge to touch her. It was overwhelming.
The compulsion was all-consuming.
Lucas Vos could look out his window and see me touching her. He could watch exactly what I would do to her body.
I gripped her chin in my hand and forced her face to look up at me. I knew my grip was too tight, but I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t be gentle with her.
I refused.
I pulled her face closer to mine, and I could see the edge of fear in her eyes. They were clouded with lust, but her anxiety was still clear. “Did you scream the other night when you did what I told you to do?”
Our lips were so close to each other, and all I had to do was lean forward a fraction of an inch and I would have her. There wasn’t an ounce of resistance in her body. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. She wanted me as much as I wanted to destroy.
I wanted to taste her to see if the memory of her was accurate.
But I wouldn’t give her that.
She would have to beg me, and even then, I didn’t know that I would give in to her. Regardless of how badly I wanted to.
“I didn’t,” she said it like she meant it, but she was lying. There was a spark in her eyes and a flush on her chest that told me so. We both knew it too. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I had watched her drink all night. She wasn’t as drunk as Allie, but she wasn’t completely thinking clearly either.
“You sure about that?” I trailed my hand down her throat, and I thrived on the sharp inhale of her breath. She didn’t move except for the rapid push and pull of her chest, and I felt mesmerized by the movement. “Did you imagine it was my hand on your pussy? Did you fight against it or were you so willing to let me have you?”
My thumb traced her collarbone as she shuddered, and I wished it was my tongue. I bet she tasted as sweet as she smelled. I bet she would squirm under my tongue and beg me for more.
And I would make her beg.
My fingers ran over the swell of her breast, a barely-there touch, but it was enough to unnerve her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Her voice was shaky as a tremor ran through her chest.
“Whatever the fuck I want.” Her eyes snapped to mine, and her anger returned full force.
She pushed past me, and I grinned. My cock was so hard against the zipper of my jeans. I pressed my hand against it to adjust myself before I closed the door behind me and followed her step for step. She almost tripped on the sidewalk, but I caught her around her waist.
“Don’t touch me.” She barely looked over her shoulder at me.
I lifted her in my arms and her body stiffened slightly. She was still dead weight in my arms, the alcohol too much for her to overcome. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you inside before you trip and kill yourself.”
She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t fight me. She laid her head back and looked up at the stars like she couldn’t care less if she was in my arms.
“You’re an asshole.” She blurted out to the sky, but I knew she was talking to me.
“I’ve been told that a time or two,” I muttered, but she wasn’t listening to me. She was lost in her own little world.
“But you’re a beautiful asshole.” She looked from the sky to me, and I knew it was the alcohol talking now. She would never admit such a thing without liquid courage.
“You think I’m beautiful?” I
