Page 58 of Pretty Little Threats

Asshole.

When he lifts his eyebrows, I see his silent vow to stay in the position until I comply.

It’s caffeine, not corporate secrets. This isn’t a hill to die on.

I part my lips and place them on the edge of the mug—because the coffee smells divine and not because he told me to do so. Dare helps me take a small drink with a twisted look of triumph on his beautiful face. My chest clenches, but I quickly shove away whatever that feeling is.

There’s no room in our marriage for anything other than hate.

“You listen so well, princess.” Dare places the mug on the counter beside me and grips my chin with his fingers, holding me in place and sealing his mouth over mine, devouring my surprised gasp. He growls into my mouth, tongue lashing at mine. A force that’s hard to deny. My hands fly up to grip his forearms. I dig my nails into his flesh, and he presses closer, rocking his thick and hard length into me. His other hand necklaces my throat, putting me completely at his mercy.

I melt, despite myself.

My clit pulses, and a low moan claws its way out of my throat.

Dare swallows it with a laugh and breaks the kiss, walking away and taking every ounce of warmth with him. Ice shoots through my veins. He’s playing dirty.

And if that’s how it’s going to be, I can be just as ruthless.

Dare is going to regret the day he married me.

nineteen

DARE

Rose stormsinto the study with a snarled announcement that she’s leaving, scowling at me like she expects me to stop her. Her father has really fucked with her head if she thinks I’m going to hold her against her will.

Extortion is one thing, but I have no desire to cage her. The haughty look on her face, her being so ready to fight with me, almost has me laughing. I don’t know if any woman has ever told me off the way Rose does.

She’s found her clothes, and while the jeans and soft top look good on her, I think I prefer seeing her in my boxers and T-shirt or, better yet, in nothing at all.

“Will you be back before dinner?” I ask.

Surprise flickers over her face before she schools her features. Hiding behind that mask of hers. “I don’t know, maybe.”

“I’ll see you later, then.”

She turns to leave.

That ass in those jeans has me considering the merits offucking her before she leaves the house, so she can feel my cum coating her thighs as she prances around, pretending like I don’t exist. “Oh, and Rose?”

Pausing, she glances over her shoulder, hazel eyes sliding over me, face unreadable. A stark contrast to the way she reacted to me last night. I could read every emotion and see every little spark of pleasure burning in those eyes while I drove into her, but now she gives me nothing. My fist clenches. I really hate that mask.

“Yeah?” she asks.

“If you don’t come back, I’ll find you and bring you here myself.” I may not cage her, but she is my wife, and whether she likes it or not, this is her home. This is where I can make sure she’s safe.

And something tells me the princess doesn’t fully understand the concept of safety.

Those pretty irises shimmer with violence.There she is.

She huffs. “You’re an asshole.”

“You’re not wrong.”

Whirling around, Rose stomps out of the house and slams the front door shut. My phone is in my hand in the next instant, and I send a text, ordering Remy to follow her. She won’t willingly accept my protection, but now that she’s mine, there will be a target on her back.

Though he may be my biggest enemy, Joseph Miller isn’t the only one who hates me.

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