Page 23 of Wicked Spite
“Concerned?” I scoff, twirling the knife between my fingers with practiced ease. “Please. I’m two seconds away from ending up on a yacht in Dubai because of my dad. Death would be welcomed over that.” My words hang heavily in the air as I effectively kill the mood.
Penn’s hand comes up to grip my chin, his fingers rough against my skin. “You have no idea what gets me going,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. “But keep pushing me, and you might just find out.”
I suck in a sharp breath, my body responding to his touch despite my better judgment. “Is that a threat or a promise?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Luckily for you, your dead body would bring me nothing but a headache,” Penn replies, his lips hovering just a hair’s breadth from mine.
With the knife still in hand, I press it against his chest, just enough for him to feel the cold steel through his t-shirt. I watch as his eyes flicker with arousal, and I can’t help but smirk at the power this simple object holds over him.
“Tell me, you pretty psycho,” I whisper seductively, letting the tip of the blade trace a slow path down his chest. “Do you enjoy playing with fire?”
“Fire is kind of my specialty, but I rarely get burned anymore,” he responds, his voice barely above a whisper. The raw desire in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine.
I back away from Penn, my heart pounding in my chest as I kick off my boots by the door. The weight of his gaze on me is heavy, but I refuse to let him see how much he affects me.
“Are you coming or what?” I call over my shoulder, wiggling my fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. I might as well get an orgasm out of this man before I buckle down and figure out an exit plan from all ofthis.
I can hear Penn’s footsteps behind me, the sound of his boots against the hardwood floor. It sends a thrill through me, knowing he’s following me, that he wants me just as much as I want him.
Pulling back the sheet I have on a clothesline to pardon off mybedroom, I do a tah-dah Vanna White arm motion.
“Welcome to my humble abode. I’d say make yourself at home, but I think you’ve already done that. Did you go through my underwear drawer or just desecrate my sketchbook?”
“Both,” he remarks, knowing it’ll irritate me. I need to stop showing everything on my damn face. “So, what now?”
“Good question,” I muse, biting my lip as I consider our options. “We could play Monopoly.”
“I’d wipe you clean,” he retorts, grinning mischievously. “But if you’re offering...”
“Bold words for someone who is clearly stalling,” I taunt, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow in challenge. “But if that’s how you want to play it... fine.”
Without another word, I march up to him, my gaze locked on his as I back him up against the wall. His breath catches in his throat, but he doesn’t look away. It’s the most delicious fucking sound, and there’s a fire in his eyes that matches mine, as if daring me to take things further.
“Fuck, Rae Rae,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “What are you?—”
“Shh,” I silence him, pressing a finger to his lips. “You started this, remember?”
I grab Penn by the front of his shirt and yank him toward me. His body comes willingly and with it all his weight because what business do I have trying to manhandle agoddamn football player? Our bodies collide as I fall back onto the bed, pulling him down on top of me.
“Someone’s eager,” he chuckles, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I can feel every hard line of his body against mine, and it sends a rush of heat straight to my core.
“Shut up and kiss me, you fucking psycho,” I demand, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
Penn obliges, crashing his lips against mine in a bruising kiss. The taste of him is intoxicating, and I find myself craving more with every passing second. It’s all teeth and tongue, a battle for dominance that leaves us both breathless. His hands roam over my body, slipping under the hem of my shirt to caress the bare skin of my waist.
“You don’t want this,” Penn whispers against my lips, his hands gripping my waist as if to steady himself. “You’re just pissed off at your daddy.”
“Never been more certain about anything in my life,” I breathe, unwavering in my resolve. And as I press myself against him, feeling the heat of his body through our clothes, I know that whatever comes next will be nothing short of explosive. His cock is rock hard and every bit as big as his huge ass ego would indicate.
When I pull away from the kiss, I can feel Penn’s eyes on me, his gaze searing and unrelenting, as if he’s trying to peel away the layers that guard my soul.
“Like what you see?” I taunt, a playful smirk tugging at my lips as I begin to undress.
By the time I’m laying before him in nothing but my bra and panties, I can barely stand the slow pace he’s moving at tonight. I want to be fucked within an inch of my life. I want to forget the way that old man eyed me up and down, and I want to forget that I’ll have to deal with my father tomorrow.Without hesitation, I slip off my panties and toss them at Penn and I barely register the way his hand darts out and snatched them out of midair. Okay, Mr. Good with my hands.
“Your move.” I challenge him because he’s the type of guy that can’t back down.
Penn wastes no time in closing the distance between us, his hands gripping my hips hard enough that I feel each digit as it sinks into the soft skin there. He’s going to leave a mark and God, I can’t fucking wait for that.
