Fine, he wants to play games? Let’s play games.
“I think you very much want to fuck me. You’ve wanted to since the first moment you laid eyes on me, back when you thought I was going to marry one of your best friends.”
His jaw ticks.
I grin, knowing the truth is hitting him.
“All that changed last night when you left to run back to your boyfriend, knowing it risked our lives!”
I blink as the force of his words slaps me in the face. I could tell him the truth of what happened. He would realize why I had to go and that it was very much to protect everyone here, but I won’t. I don’t want him to know.
I need Lennox angry. I need him totake, notgive,when he finally fucks me. That’s the only way this is going to end—him fucking me until there is nothing left of Kit inside my heart. Until our marriage is cemented in every way that matters. Until the world knows I belong to Lennox Corsi.
But I intend to keep as much of my pride as possible, along with my heart. I don’t have to like the man to fuck him.
I grab the hem of my shirt and yank it over my head. I know I don’t look my best, but Lennox has eyes, and as much as he’s good at hiding his emotions, I know he won’t when he sees my bare skin. And if he does, then I’ll know he truly no longer finds me attractive.
He forces himself to keep his eyes on mine, not daring to let them drift down to my naked breasts or smooth stomach.
We stare at each other as if the first to look away loses.I’m tired of losing. Tonight, I get what I want.
I smirk. “Your staring is telling.”
“Fine, I’ll look.” His hungry gaze runs down my body, taking his sweet, sweet time down the curve of my breasts, along my hardened nipples, and then even lower, imagining what’s beneath my jeans. His eyes then snap up.
“Happy? I’m a man, and when presented with a pair of boobs in front of my face, I get turned on.”
“Do you now? Or is itmyboobs?” I try to keep the heat in my body at bay, not letting on that I was even the least bit turned on by his stare. But I’m sure my cheeks are flushed.
I trace my hand over the swell of my breasts, watching him watch me.
“Don’t flatter yourself. Any hot-blooded man would be turned on by a nice pair of boobs.”
“So my boobs are nice?”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m not the least bit tempted. You only want me to fuck you so you can forget what that cheating asshole did to you. Maybe you need to suffer the consequences of your actions.”
I frown.
“You’ll get over the bastard soon enough. I’ve seen true love, and you didn’t really love him.”
“You can help me find out.”
He shakes his head, scoffing. “I don’t want to help you.” He leans forward to speak against my ear, his hot breath tickling my sensitive skin. “But if I were to fuck you, you’d realize immediately the only thing you love is my dick.”
I feel my ear redden, along with my cheeks. My nipples are so fucking hard they hurt. “I think fucking you would be plenty of punishment.”
His eyes dilate, and his nostrils flare. He wants to prove me wrong. I’m so close to getting what I want.
But then he turns around and starts jogging up the stairs without a word.
I sigh.
Fuck, why can’t he cooperate just this once?
I walk up the stairs a minute later and find him in the bathroom. His shirt is on the floor, and he’s washing his face and arms in the sink.
I stare from the doorway. My tongue runs over my lower lip as I watch his abs rippling, his chest rising and falling sharply as he tends to his wounds. His tattoos curve over every sharp edge of his body.