Her eyes throw a big sword of anger through me as her arm swings in my direction––her hand missing me by a hair’s breadth, and the door shuts in my face with a loud noise.
Just as fast, I push the door open before she has the chance to lock it. She sprints away from me, turns left, sneaks into the walk-in closet, and tries to shove that door in my face too.
I lunge at her and loop my arms around her waist, her fists flying to my chest. I grab her hair and lock her tighter. Her teeth sink into my shoulder. Peeling my arms away from her, I set her free, yet she has nowhere to go.
My back guards the door.
She takes a step back, breathing shallowly. Her hair is a complete mess, and her eyes burn holes into my skin.
“I’m not just any woman, Jaden. I’m not planning a wedding.”
“Then why the hell do you act like one?”
Her eyebrows pinch into a frown, and then her lips purse and crease, trembling with fury. She shoots her eyes to the side, grabs the first box she can get her hands on, and throws it at me.
The box meets my arm, and I try to protect myself, shoving it to the side. She looks at another one, the moment of distraction long enough for me to close the distance between us and wrap my arm around her. She fights me. I slide my fingers into her hair and crash with her into the wall. I pin her with my body, my fist closing in her hair.
“Let me go...” she growls.
“I’m not gonna let you go, and you fucking know it. I’ve warned you many times, and you still can’t understand, right? Do you really want to know how it feels to be mine? I’ll fucking show you.”
She tilts her head to bite me, and I pull back and bite her neck. She moans and whimpers. And then she softens a bit, her breaths coming hot as if she’s running a fever.
“Let me fucking go!” she snarls and starts kicking me.
I push her back against the wall and cuff her wrists in one hand, lifting them above her head. I slam my body against hers, her heated breaths steaming the air.
She pushes against me with all her force.
“Don’t you ever fucking lie to me again,” I growl and pull her hair, wiping the softness from her face.
Her eyes glint angrily.
“You fucking crossed the line, Jaden,” she hisses, her eyes blazing.
“Did I?” I toss at her before I lower my mouth to her neck and sink my teeth into her flesh again.
“Argh!”
I pull her hair again, angling her face up, her lips to my lips.
I roll my hips and shove my thigh between her legs. A long crying moan lifts off her lips. Her eyes blaze at me, her lips quivering with fury, yet her body starts to move against mine. I roll my hips again, and she grinds harder.
Running my palm down on her, I open her robe completely, and then I trail her sex and slide a couple of fingers into her. Her flesh throbs against my touch, slick and wet from her arousal.
I’m hard and twitching–– so stirred up––fighting to stifle my impulse to kneel and lick that dripping wetness from her pussy.
I pull my fingers out.
She curses.
“That’s my girl. You’re gonna worship my fucking dick when I’m done with you,” I grunt.
She spits at me and fights me again. Wild and dark, she growls. I curl my fingers around her neck and hold her still. And then I brush her lips with mine.
“You said you love me... You have no fucking idea what you got yourself into. It will hurt your last fucking bone in your body when I rip your heart apart,” I say through clenched teeth.
She stops cold, the light fading in her eyes.