“I just want to go back to my own bed.”
“No, not until we figure this out.”
I sigh. “There is nothing to figure out. You want to marry me to get the CEO position, but you don’t really want to be married to me. I don’t want to marry you either. I’ll just tell my grandfather that I don’t care about the money or being connected to the Felton empire. You’ll get everything you ever wanted.”
“That won’t work.”
“It will. It was your plan after all. And you do no wrong, remember?”
“That’s not true,” he says. His body moves closer to mine. “I do a lot of things wrong. I do a lot of things that I shouldn’t do.”
I roll my eyes. “You’ve never done anything wrong in your life.”
His lips crash with mine. His lips are full of hunger, of need. I feel my body giving in to the kiss, but I can’t let it happen.
I push him away. “What was that?”
“It was me doing something that I shouldn’t.”
“Why shouldn’t you?” I ask, confused.
“Because you can’t fall for me,” he says.
But when he kisses me again, I wonder if he is the one who can’t fall for me.
I push him off of me. But his mouth just finds my neck instead of my lips.
“I’m still mad at you,” I say.
His mouth tugs at my earlobe. “I know.”
“I’m still mad at you for making Eli break up with me.”
I moan when he nips at the lobe.
“I know.”
“I’m still mad at you for ruining my date with Cedric.”
He tangles his hand in my hair, tugging my head back, so his lips have better access to my neck. “I know.”
“I’m still mad—”
“I know.” He moves his mouth back to my lips, shutting me up.
I’m about to make a terrible choice. As his tongue caresses mine, I know I’m going to end up fucking him again. His hands slide down the sides of my body, feeling my curves.
“Fuck, I want you, princess.” His greedy eyes take in my body, but it’s not good enough to see me in the sexy dress. He wants more.
His mouth kisses down my neck to the edge of the dress. His hands grab at the top, and when I don’t protest, he rips the dress in half. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
His eyes now lust with need to have my body. His hand grabs my breast without him asking, without him waiting to see if this is what I want. I’ve already told him with my parted lips, with my lust-filled eyes, with my heavy breathing. They all tell him how badly I want him, too.
“This is wrong,” I say.
He takes my exposed nipple in his mouth. He twirls his tongue around the hard bud, making me forget why this is wrong as I moan his name. He grabs my other breast and twirls his thumb around it.
“Maybe,” he says.