“No.”
“No?” His eyes are slits now, anger simmering at the surface. If I wasn’t already full of anger, it would probably burn me.
“I’d rather go naked.”
“Fine by me.” Not bothering to fight anymore, he tosses the dress to the bed and reaches for me.
Chapter10
Nikolai
This fucking girl.
She’s a spitfire, angry, who loves to push buttons. I should kill her and be done with it.
I’m not fucking sure what she thinks she’s going to accomplish, but this isn’t it. I’m angry, yes. I’m not a man to be kept waiting, to be dictated to by some naïve brat who thinks she can grab the upper hand.
She really is her father’s daughter and it makes me hate her a little more, even as much as I want her. It’s a weird dichotomy, the hate and need, but it’s there, and I can use it, because it’s in her, too.
Rose flinches and steps back from my touch, which makes me laugh. Her nostrils flare at the sound.
She’ll dress for me, eventually. It would serve her fucking right if I took the dress from her, dressed her myself.
Actually… I stop, sweeping my gaze over her again, the soft innocence of her unmade face, the clarity of her skin, tumbled hair like she’s just gotten out of bed, which, let’s fucking face it, she probably has. I didn’t bother checking the camera I hid in her room today. I’ve been busy. I have a life, a business, things to attend to while she sulks like the little brat she is. Sulking might not be her go to, but when she’s got nothing to do, and after her tantrum with the tray, sulking seems like something she’d do.
I linger on her nipples that harden under my gaze. She has spectacular tits. I move down past her folded arms to the soft flare of her hips to the juncture of her pussy, her lips inviting and just barely visible. “You really want to go naked, Rose?”
She holds her shoulders stiff and back, arms dropping to her sides as her chin rises in defiance. She’s essentially offering herself to me, baring herself to me, something I don’t think she means.
I’m a monster, not delusional.
Unintentional or not, I’ll take her up on her offer. I reach out and trace the curve of one lush tit, running my fingertips over her nipple. I pinch and twist it lightly, and she gives a little gasping moan that runs like a livewire to my damn cock.
“Put the fucking dress on.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
I tug a little harder, then release her. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes bright, but she somehow drags that icy steel back to her pretty blue eyes. “You are, Rose.”
She sneers so hard, she’s practically growing. “No, I’m not; not unless you’re dragging me by the hair.”
“It can be arranged.” I shift slightly closer. “Not my usual method, but I’m willing to try new things. I’m a man open to experience.”
She wants to step away. It vibrates in the air, her desperate need, but she doesn’t. “I’m done playing games with you when you’re not going to keep your word.”
“I never gave you my word, Little Rose. I said I’d think about letting you go. Right now, you’re not doing much for your case.” I laugh a little, a bit maniacal, a bit taunting.
“Fuck. You.” She spits in my direction, barely missing my shoes.
My anger ticks up, and I close the gap between us. We’re so close, I can feel the heat radiating off of her, smell the sweetness from when she must have bathed earlier. I lean my face right into hers, so our mouths are only a kiss away.
“Listen to me, Rosalind. You’ll put that damned dress on or we’ll go with you naked.”
Her face pales as she internalizes my conviction. “You’ll force me?”
“Depends on your definition of forced. I won’t be dragging you there by your hair. If you don’t put that fucking dress on right now, naked is what you’ll be.”
Her mouth sets as she looks me, daring me to try. “You wouldn’t.”