iridescent glow. The knot in his chest loosened a fraction.
She glanced over one bare shoulder. Their eyes met, clung. She shook her head, turned toward the night and was gone.
Anger roared through him.
Goddamn it. When he caught her, and he would, she’d be in for a rude awakening. He wasn’t one of her boy toys. He sprinted, rushing past a blur of people. Someone called out his name, but he ignored them. Pushed open the door with a hard shove.
The cool spring air hit him in the face. He zeroed in on her like a heat-seeking missile. Her arm was already raised to hail a cab. A fucking cab! Adrenaline spiked his blood, making him forget all about reason, all about taking it easy on her.
The little brat.
He grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her around. She let out a squeal of protest. A wild look flashed in her eyes. “Let me go!” she screamed in a voice he’d never once heard her use.
He dropped his hand and yelled back, “I can’t believe you were just going to leave.”
“I need to get out of here. I want to go home.” Her hands curled into tight fists. “Don’t you understand?”
“I told you I would take you.” Again he gripped her wrist and waved away the yellow taxi that had pulled to the curb. “Let’s go.”
“No. I need to be alone.” She shrank back, squirmed, yanked her hand to break his hold on her wrist.
“I’m taking you home.” He lowered his voice to a deadly tone. “I don’t suggest you fuck with me right now, Violet.”
“Or what?” she taunted. In place of the composed woman he knew, a hellion glared back at him, eyes blazing, hair a wild mess around her flushed cheeks.
Deviant that he was, it turned him on. He remained silent but raised one eyebrow. “Don’t give me that look,” she spit out through clenched teeth. “You’re Ethan, my
friend , I’ve worked with you for three damn years. You’re harmless!”
“Is that right?” His cock thickened, hardened despite his temper fraying at the edges.
“Yes!” She yanked her hand out of his gasp, and this time he let her go. She threw her arms in the air and stomped her foot. Some of his anger loosened its tight hold as amusement took its place. He fought the smile that quirked at his lips. She was throwing a tantrum.
“You’re the computer geek,” she shouted loud enough to draw attention from passersby on the street, but she didn’t even notice. “The safe guy. The guy voted most trustworthy in a dark alley.”
Oh, she was asking for it. Dead certain she wanted to provoke him, he checked the temper that threatened to roar back to life. Instead, he jerked his head toward the darkened corridor off to the left. “Then let’s take a walk, sugar.”
Her face flushed, but her gaze skirted toward the dangerous-looking alleyway. Her lavender eyes flashed with all sorts of heat. “Go to hell.”
“If you’re going to brat it up you’d better be prepared for the consequences.” All this wild energy of hers, he recognized it for what it was—she needed him to take control. And by god she was going to get it.
He took a step. Desire sparked in her gaze, but she retreated. He grinned, letting her see the Master. She gasped, stumbled as she tried to evade him. His arm shot out and he righted her. And even though he had her trapped, he dropped his hand and let her get away.
Then he laughed. A low, vibrating sound meant to warn, meant to tease. Alarm and hunger played across her face.
In a casual tone, he asked, “Have you ever had your ass smacked?” Cheeks flaming, she gaped at him. “W-what are you talking about?”
“When I reach you—and make no mistake—I will.” He paced one step forward. She mirrored him, keeping the distance between them. “I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, take you into the alley, and I’m going to spank your ass until it’s bright red. Then I’m going to fuck you. So be ready.”
She gave him the finger, turned and sprinted away.
He smiled. Like a good
She glanced over one bare shoulder. Their eyes met, clung. She shook her head, turned toward the night and was gone.
Anger roared through him.
Goddamn it. When he caught her, and he would, she’d be in for a rude awakening. He wasn’t one of her boy toys. He sprinted, rushing past a blur of people. Someone called out his name, but he ignored them. Pushed open the door with a hard shove.
The cool spring air hit him in the face. He zeroed in on her like a heat-seeking missile. Her arm was already raised to hail a cab. A fucking cab! Adrenaline spiked his blood, making him forget all about reason, all about taking it easy on her.
The little brat.
He grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her around. She let out a squeal of protest. A wild look flashed in her eyes. “Let me go!” she screamed in a voice he’d never once heard her use.
He dropped his hand and yelled back, “I can’t believe you were just going to leave.”
“I need to get out of here. I want to go home.” Her hands curled into tight fists. “Don’t you understand?”
“I told you I would take you.” Again he gripped her wrist and waved away the yellow taxi that had pulled to the curb. “Let’s go.”
“No. I need to be alone.” She shrank back, squirmed, yanked her hand to break his hold on her wrist.
“I’m taking you home.” He lowered his voice to a deadly tone. “I don’t suggest you fuck with me right now, Violet.”
“Or what?” she taunted. In place of the composed woman he knew, a hellion glared back at him, eyes blazing, hair a wild mess around her flushed cheeks.
Deviant that he was, it turned him on. He remained silent but raised one eyebrow. “Don’t give me that look,” she spit out through clenched teeth. “You’re Ethan, my
friend , I’ve worked with you for three damn years. You’re harmless!”
“Is that right?” His cock thickened, hardened despite his temper fraying at the edges.
“Yes!” She yanked her hand out of his gasp, and this time he let her go. She threw her arms in the air and stomped her foot. Some of his anger loosened its tight hold as amusement took its place. He fought the smile that quirked at his lips. She was throwing a tantrum.
“You’re the computer geek,” she shouted loud enough to draw attention from passersby on the street, but she didn’t even notice. “The safe guy. The guy voted most trustworthy in a dark alley.”
Oh, she was asking for it. Dead certain she wanted to provoke him, he checked the temper that threatened to roar back to life. Instead, he jerked his head toward the darkened corridor off to the left. “Then let’s take a walk, sugar.”
Her face flushed, but her gaze skirted toward the dangerous-looking alleyway. Her lavender eyes flashed with all sorts of heat. “Go to hell.”
“If you’re going to brat it up you’d better be prepared for the consequences.” All this wild energy of hers, he recognized it for what it was—she needed him to take control. And by god she was going to get it.
He took a step. Desire sparked in her gaze, but she retreated. He grinned, letting her see the Master. She gasped, stumbled as she tried to evade him. His arm shot out and he righted her. And even though he had her trapped, he dropped his hand and let her get away.
Then he laughed. A low, vibrating sound meant to warn, meant to tease. Alarm and hunger played across her face.
In a casual tone, he asked, “Have you ever had your ass smacked?” Cheeks flaming, she gaped at him. “W-what are you talking about?”
“When I reach you—and make no mistake—I will.” He paced one step forward. She mirrored him, keeping the distance between them. “I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, take you into the alley, and I’m going to spank your ass until it’s bright red. Then I’m going to fuck you. So be ready.”
She gave him the finger, turned and sprinted away.
He smiled. Like a good
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