“You were spying. Why?” He stepped toward me. A wild look flashed in his eyes as he stalked toward me like I was his prey… his next meal. Girl number five. Five in seven days.
“I need to leave.” Why did I care who he’d been with or how many? Probably because I liked Nik and the thought of him with four different women, fucking into the wee hours of the morning, made me sick.
“What about the lasagna?” He proceeded toward me.
I moved onto the other side of the breakfast table, keeping distance between us. My heart thudded against my ribs. I was so stupidly hurt and angry.
“Cover it with aluminum foil and bake for fifty minutes. The oven is already preheated.”
“You’re not leaving, Rita.” Damn him for saying it as fact.
“I finished what I came here to do.” I eyed the side door, my escape. I knew he hadn’t closed the garage when we got back. I could run out the door and be at my house in thirty seconds.
He stopped, blocking my escape. “You’re not leaving.”
I gulped as he appeared feral and… determined. I squared my shoulders, ready for battle.
“Why would I want you touching me after you’ve been with four other women? I’m not going to be just another notch on your bedpost.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I should have chosen to go to dinner with Julian instead of helping you.”
Nik roared and flipped the small round table and it crashed on its side. I screamed, having nowhere to run. “That fucking mouth of yours!”
It all happened so fast. Nik grabbed me and I was thrown over his shoulder, having the air knocked out of me.
SLAP!
I yelped, jerking in his arms as his hand made contact with my ass for a second time.
SLAP!
7
Nik
SLAP! I SPANKED Rita a second time. SLAP! And a third.
“What the fuck are you doing? Put me down, you crazy asshole!” She beat on my back, but I didn’t stop. I was on a mission.
Her. On my bed. Naked.
SLAP! I spanked her again for getting mouthy with me.
“I’ll press charges. Have you arrested.”
I smirked at her weak threat and entered my bedroom. I tossed her on the bed and ripped off my shirt, literally shredding the motherfucker.
Rita gaped. Her fucking mouth. I’d own it. Just like I’d own her pussy.
“Like what you see, baby?”
She blinked and shook her head. But she also didn’t move from the bed or run for my open bedroom door to escape me.
I wouldn’t chase after her if she did. I’d let her go.
But Rita wanted this. Wanted me, just as I wanted her.
I chuckled, unbuckling my belt. “Liar.”
“You hit me.”