MAL
She sucks in a shocked breath through her nose. Her entire body stiffens. She’s frozen for a split second.
Until the freeze thaws, and the claws come out. She bites my lip.
Hard.
Cursing, I jerk away. She glares up at me, pushing against my chest with all her might, trying to shove me off.
I don’t budge. Instead, I clamp a hand around her jaw and kiss her again.
She writhes beneath me, making angry sounds, fighting. Not giving in or opening her mouth.
I’m surprised at the resistance. She doesn’t look strong enough to stand upright in a brisk breeze.
I’m even more surprised when she yanks at my hair, scratching my scalp with her nails. Underneath all this anger is attraction, however, which is the real turn-on.
I pull away, chuckling. “My little bird has claws.”
“Call me a bird one more time, and I’ll—”
“What?” I demand, pressing my chest to hers so I feel her heartpounding right through my shirt. “You’ll do what? Shoot me? Stab me? Drown me in a sea of words?”
“Fuck you.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“You wish, you arrogant prick!” She’s so mad, she’s almost spitting.
I like this side of her. This feisty, angry side. It’s so rare that someone challenges me.
“Careful,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers. “Combat makes my dick hard.”
She stops fighting me instantly. But not a single ounce of her anger fades. She lies beneath me, breathing raggedly, glaring murder into my face. Her lips are pressed together so tightly, they’re white.
It’s disarmingly cute. Like a furious kitten, all puffy tail and tiny hisses.
No—we’re enemies. I can’t let myself get distracted. I’m already distracted. Fuck.
So improvise. You’re good at that. Kill two birds with one stone.
Gazing deep into her eyes so she can see I’m serious, I say, “Open your mouth for me, or I’ll shoot both your bodyguards.”
She snaps, “I thought you wanted me to keep my mouth shut.”
“Let’s try this again, smartass. Let me kiss you, or two men die. Choose. Now.”
“That’s blackmail.”
“Yes. I told you I’m a bad person. Choose.”
She’s so furious, she’s trembling. If she had lasers in her eyes, my head would explode.
My dick and I are both really enjoying this.
“How do I know you won’t shoot them anyway?”
“You don’t. One more question, though, and I will.”