“Enough!” I roar. “Don’t fucking push me.”
Her body comes to an abrupt stop, spine stiffening but then she whips her head to me, “Or what?” she taunts.
“I’m warning you, little bird, you won’t like what happens next.”
“You and your idle threats,” she rolls her eyes.
I snap, my temper bursts and I storm across the mat towards her. The game of cat and mouse this morning, her attitude, her taunting, I’ve had enough today. She growls when I grab her around the waist and throw her over my shoulder. Her skin is slick with sweat but she smells fucking amazing. She slams her fists into my back, squirming and fidgeting wildly as she tries to escape. I hold her tighter, pinning her legs to stop her from kicking me. I ignore the quizzical looks my men are giving me as I take the stairs two at a time, her body bouncing roughly on my shoulder, hard enough no doubt to wind her. When I make it to my bedroom, I throw her down onto the bed.
“You’ll be wise to remember who fucking owns you!” I bellow. She gets up onto her knees and glares at me.
“You don’t fucking own me, Alexander Silver,” she says through gritted teeth.
Her defiance should not be a turn on, but it is. I pounce on her, pinning her beneath my much larger frame and grind my hard cock into her pussy. The warmth of her penetrates her leggings and my own trousers, wrapping around my cock as if it’s her delicate little palm. Her lips part, eyes rolling back as the friction presses on her clit.
“Get off me!” She breathes though it’s said with zero conviction.
“This is mine,” I nip the lobe of her ear, my hands slide up her slim waist, cupping her breasts, “mine.” My hands travel over every inch of her, whispering against her feverish skin, committing her every dip, curve and edge to memory. “All of you ismine.”
“Lex,” my name whispers from her lips, her back arching as I grind against her through our clothes.
“Say it, little bird.”
“Fuck you!”
I chuckle, “You’ll learn, until then,” I climb from her, swallowing down the urge to fuck her hard. When I’m sure I can control myself, I throw the fabric I’ve been carrying around for the better part of an hour at her. It lands on the bed next to where she is still laying, her chest heaving with her breaths.
“Put that on.”
“No.”
“Little bird, you’ll do as you’re told. There is no negotiation here.”
Her eyes narrow but she takes the dress and slides it into her lap. At least she know what’s good for her. “We leave in an hour.”
I don’t give her time to argue further, instead I spin and head to my walk-in, closing the doors behind me. I’ve been relegated to a fucking closet. By a woman.
Damn it.