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My teeth were grinding so hard I could hear them. “And why would I do that?”
“Because you and your new wife are honeymooning there.”
Chapter Four
ANGIE
The nightmare just kept getting worse. Tyson stomped away as my jaw dropped. A honeymoon? This couldn’t be happening. None of this could be.
“Come on, I’ll show you to your room,” Casey said.
Mason grabbed her as she walked by and pulled her in for a kiss. I could see by the way her entire body leaned into his that it was a sensual one. I wanted to be happy for her, but I was stuck in this mess and there was a part of me that was jealous. There was no way I would ever admit that to anyone. While I enjoyed partying and the sex that came with it, I’d never had a man kiss me like that. They’d only ever kissed me with the intention of having sex with me, which was exactly how I liked it. No commitment, no intimacy, no ability to see me for anything more than what I presented to them. The sexy, self-assured, rich daughter of the man who held the power in our territory.
Mason let her go, and a deep blush filled her cheeks.
“Don’t dawdle, princess,” he said in a low voice that would have had any woman swooning. “I plan to finish what I started before these two interrupted us.”
Damn, he was hot. He wasn’t my usual type, but there was nodenying his sex appeal. Why did I have to get stuck with Tyson? The asshole who was nothing but mean to me, who only looked at me with disgust. Not that I wanted him to look at me any other way, but he may have been just as sexy if he did. I thought about that moment when I’d caught him looking at me on the plane. It was an unguarded moment, and I’d noticed how the gold specks in his eyes had shimmered with something almost sweet. His thick brown curls were messy from sleep, giving him a cute, boyish look. But it had faded, the hard glares returning along with the insults.
I wanted to make a snide comment about how I could help Mason finish, but I didn’t have the energy. Being with Tyson all day had drained me and the thought of crawling into bed and sleeping was too inviting. Following Casey through the house, I tried not to think about my father or how much I missed him and Tony. This place was so different from ours, this territory so cold and far from the beach. At least we’d be out of here in the morning, heading to the island. I wasn’t sure what island, but it didn’t matter. As long as there was sun and sand, I’d be happy.
“You’ll stay in this room,” Casey said, stopping in front of a door. She sounded a little too giddy, especially when she followed it up with, “Good luck getting any sleep.”
She walked off with too much pep in her step, and I didn’t think it had anything to do with the man waiting for her in the kitchen.
“What about my bags?” I asked.
“Get them yourself. We’re self-sufficient around here, Angie. That spoiled girl shit doesn’t fly in this province.”
She was around the corner before I could think of something smart to say back. Damn. I’d have to find my way back to the front of the house and I hadn’t paid any attention to where she’d taken me. With a huff, I opened the door.
“What the fuck?” Tyson snapped.
He was pulling a t-shirt over his head, covering a sexy chestlined with muscles and tattoos. I couldn’t think of anything to say, my eyes following the material of the shirt as it covered his stomach, then tracking his solid arms and the tattoos that decorated them. Swallowing, I glanced up at his face. He wore a smirk that normally would have irritated the shit out of me, but for some horrid reason, sent a surge of warmth through my lower body. His eyes danced with amusement.
“I thought I told you my dick was off limits, little viper.” Shit, the way he said that nickname held a different tone, and that warmth became a burning.
I needed to pull myself together. This was Tyson Raines, not some hunk I wanted to touch or even look at, despite how good he looked in those gray sweatpants and that black t-shirt.
“Keep it in your pants, asshole.” My words didn’t carry the same acidity they usually did, and I worried that he’d notice.
“Believe me, I will. Now get out of my room.” There he was. The harsh prick had returned, the smirk overtaken by a frown.
“This is where Casey said I was sleeping, so get out ofmyroom.”
“Unfucking believable. There’s no way I’m sharing my room with you. All the rooms in this house and they think…I’m gonna kill Mason and don’t even get me started on what I’m gonna do to Casey.”
He stomped to the door and, with a shrug, I sat on his bed. “Do I want to know how many times you’ve jerked off in these sheets?” I asked, gingerly picking up the corner of his comforter.
He swiveled to me, walking over and yanking me off the bed. The force sent me into his chest, which I didn’t think was his intention because he froze just like I did. It was a strangely comfortable place to be, and I inadvertently leaned further into it, noticing the distinct bulge in his pants and how enticingly large it was.
“I thought you didn’t want to play with me?” I said, flickingmy eyes downward and knowing how pissed he’d be that I’d noticed.
He shoved me back, and I landed hard on the bed, the fall knocking the wind from me. The breath I’d been taking stuck as he dropped over me and hovered just close enough to stir something in me that I didn’t like.
“I can guarantee I don’t want to play with your bratty, used body. And no, I don’t need to jerk off in my bed. I have plenty of women to choose from and any stains you find are from the last one I had in it.”
“You don’t use protection?” I asked, tilting my head and trying not to let him see the effect he was having on me, the one I was cursing because I hated this man with a passion.
