Page 26 of The Devil's Wrath

She was so damn stubborn, even when she could barely stand on her own two feet. “Someone has to make sure you don’t end up passed out in a ditch.”

“My hero,” she spat sarcastically. “I’ll call an Uber.”

She fumbled for her phone, nearly dropping it. I snatched it from her hands before she could protest.

“You’re not getting in a car with some stranger in your condition. I’m taking you home. End of discussion,” I said firmly, pocketing her phone.

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that? First, you reject me, then you beat up my date, and now you’re kidnapping me.”

“It’s not kidnapping if it’s for your own good,” I retorted.

“Says every psycho ever.”

I took a deep breath, trying to rein in my temper. “Look, you can be pissed at me all you want, but I’m not letting you leave here alone. You can either come with me willingly, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you out. Your choice.”

She glared at me mutinously for a long moment, swaying unsteadily on her feet. The wheels turned in her alcohol-addled mind, weighing her limited options. Finally, she let out an exasperated huff of resignation.

“Fine, you overbearing asshole. But this doesn’t mean I forgive you for being a caveman.”

I bit back a smirk. Even drunk and defiant, she was fucking adorable. “Noted.”

I placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her out of thebedroom and down the stairs. The party was still in full swing, so no one paid us any attention.

The cool night air seemed to revive her somewhat. She shivered in her thin dress, goosebumps pebbling her skin. Without a word, I shrugged out of my leather jacket and draped it over her shoulders. She looked up at me in surprise but pulled it tighter around herself.

She brushed off my grasp as we approached my motorcycle. “I’m not getting on that death trap with you again.”

“It’s perfectly safe. I’m an excellent driver,” I assured her, handing her my spare helmet.

She eyed it dubiously. “I’m wearing a dress.”

“So hike it up.” The mental image of her straddling my bike, dress bunched up around her hips, had my cock hardening in my jeans.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she sneered, grudgingly accepting the helmet.

I climbed on first, kick-starting the engine. It roared to life beneath me. Wrenly hesitated before hiking her dress up and swinging her leg over the bike behind me.

“On second thought, you sit in front of me.”

I could only imagine the cute little scowl on her face, but she didn’t argue, likely realizing she was too unsteady to hold on securely behind me. I climbed off the bike and motioned for her to scoot up. She shot me a distrustful look but did as I said, positioning herself on the seat. I got on behind her, caging her small body between my arms as I reached for the handlebars. She stiffened at our close proximity, wedging herself between my spread thighs. The heat of her body against my front was an exquisite torture. I bit back a groan as she wriggled to get comfortable, her round ass nestling right against my hardening cock.

“Stop squirming,” I gritted out, my hands moving to her hips to still her movements.

She craned her neck to look back at me, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “What’s the matter, Theo? Am I making you . . . uncomfortable?” She punctuated the question with a deliberate roll of her hips.

Minx.

Even drunk, she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Two could play that game.

I leaned forward, pressing my chest flush against her back, and brought my lips to her ear. “Hold on tight.”

She shivered but grabbed onto the fuel tank obediently.

I revved the engine and took off down the street, her body molded against mine as we wove through traffic. Despite the cold air whipping past us, my body was on fire everywhere we touched. She leaned into me on the turns, her sweet scent surrounding me, driving me to distraction.

It took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to pull over and take her right there on the side of the road. To hike up that sinful dress even farther, rip off her panties, and bury myself inside her tight, wet heat. To make her scream my name as I claimed her, marked her, and made her mine in every way.

But she was drunk and emotionally vulnerable, and I was already toeing a dangerous line tonight. I had let my baser instincts override my better judgment. I needed to get her home safely and then put some much-needed distance between us before I did something we’d both regret.

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