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I tried to ignore the way that threat made me squirm with intrigue and excitement. The image permeated the anger, warping it despite myself.

“Try it,” I hissed.

Something flickered in his eyes, as if his thoughts mirrored mine. I might have imagined it, but something like hunger burned behind the rage.

“You’re going to get yourself kidnapped or killed if you keep acting this reckless,” he said.

“What do you care?” I snapped. “You bought me. You don’t care what happens to me.”

He stared at me, his mouth dropping open as he stopped pacing. “Is that really what you think?” he asked, his voice a low growl as he moved toward me again. Electricity crackled between us, and for a brief moment, I forgot about everything but him.

“I…I don’t…” I trailed off. Then I took a breath. “It’s pretty damn hard not to think that,” I finally managed to say.

He snarled, leaning forward. His face stood inches from mine. At some point, we had gravitated toward one another without either of us realizing. I could feel the heat radiating off him. It made a jagged cut through the rage and my focus.

“I care. I absolutely care. I’m trying to help you,” he said. “Everything I’ve been doing has been to help you.”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” I countered.

His hands went to my shoulders, tugging me closer, holding me in place, his touch sending shivers running through my body. His grip tightened, as if trying to hold himself back.

“Just listen to me for once,” he said. “Why the hell are you so stubborn?”

I laughed. “Stubborn? You are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re one to talk,” he said. “You can’t even see what’s right in front of you.”

“What are you—?”

But the words, whatever I had been able to say, evaporated from my head as his calloused hands went to my face. He pulled me toward him with rough strength. Before I could register anything, his lips pressed against mine, and the rest of the world vanished.

All the emotions, all the anger and anxiety and fear channeled through me. My fingers knotted in his hair as his mouth pressed against mine, his hands digging into my hips as he held me in place. He slammed me against the wall, his body pressing against me as he channeled his own frustration into every motion, every caress.

That burning desire I had been feeling ever since that first time rekindled, burning between my legs with need and passion. Everything that had happened seemed only to enhance each sensation, every brush of his hand, every time his tongue slipped into my mouth. I let it, let all the emotions slip away, letting my mind go blank as I succumbed to that primal need I had been holding back.

He broke away. “This doesn’t change the fact that I’m furious with you,” he warned, even as lust burned in his eyes.

I tilted my head, pulling him tighter against me. “Are you going to teach me a lesson?” I asked. I needed him, needed every inch of him, needed the release that he was able to give me that no one else ever had. Just for a few minutes, I desperately wanted to forget everything, to let his rage take me.

He growled. “I just might.”

His hand slipped between my thighs, snaking upward beneath the short skirt. I let out a soft moan into his mouth as his thumb pressed against my clit, my body arching in response as shivers of need rushed through me. I let out a moan as two fingers slipped inside me. I bucked, gasping in pleasure at the response, but he held me tight. His mouth pressed against mine, stifling all the moans of delight. Every time I writhed or tried to pull away, he only held me tighter, making it impossible for me to escape from the burning desire growing hotter with every plunge.

Without a word, his fingers still inside me, he moved me into the kitchen, pressing me against the counter. He knocked the clutter from the surface before placing me on top. His hand tugged my skirt, practically ripping it as he jerked it off my legs and threw it across the room. Without a word, he spread my legs, exposing me to him as he moved between them.

His thumb returned to my clit, flicking back and forth. A wicked grin spread across his face as I writhed at his touch. His free hand gripped my hip, locking me in place, preventing me from leaving even if I had wanted to. All of a sudden, I gasped as his fingers plunged in and out of me, his thumb still assaulting my clit as the rest of his hand pumped in and out. That need for release, for ecstasy, continued to burn hotter and hotter. I moaned.

My back arched, toes curling as I sensed myself creeping toward oblivion. My mind went blank, consumed only by that need for him. In that moment, the only thing that mattered, the only thing I cared about, was him.

My breathing went ragged as his grip on me tightened. I squirmed, but every time I writhed, he only tightened his hold.

It crept up on me. One moment, I knew I was close. Before I could try to hold on to the delectable sensation of teetering on that edge, I had fallen over and succumbed to his touch. I cried out in pleasure, hips bucking as I rode those spasms and waves of bliss.

I panted, letting out soft moans of satisfaction as the ecstasy abated. His hand slid out of me. Then my eyes met his, and I realized with an excited jolt that he was nowhere near finished with me.

Chapter 18 - Will

Her eyes widened with delight and excitement as she saw the hungry look in my own. The way she bit her lip as I took off my pants drove my wolf wild. Without prompting, she took my cock in her hand, hand gliding smoothly up and down.

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