Page 51 of Tall, Royal Hater
Was pressed right against his lap.
A shrill warning rang in my head as anger came and went in crashing waves.
This wasn’t a position I wanted to be in with Shehryar. It was too vulnerable. Too…problematic.
On a stuttered inhale, I clenched my teeth and jerked my shoulders. “Get off me.”
His weight pressed against my back. “Stop it.”
My heart flailed under the assault of his breath against the shell of my ear through my hair. A sticky buzz layered itself under my anger, and its presence speared me with a self-preservatory panic.
I slammed my shoulders back against his chest, trying to twist and drag my hands from his too. “Get off me, you fucking asshole!”
With a rough noise, he jerked me forward, lowering me further over the surface with his weight. “Stop moving and listen to me.”
Despite my high-strung emotions, I quickly stilled as the rumbling timbre of his voice wrapped around my throat. It didn’t choke me, but held me, commanding me with a stern yet steady grip.
It was frustrating that my body obeyed. But I hated more that in my immobility, I could feel the slight bulge that defined him as male pressing right between my arse cheeks.
He wasn’t hard…but that was no bloody peanut.
A sweet ache wafted through my sex at the realisation. But panic immediately followed.
No, no, no. This was not fucking happening.
The reaction was unwanted the way it always was. It was just my body looking for an outlet for the raging current charging me up. It didn’t care if that was an angry battle of words and hands, or if it meant being held down against the desk and pounded from behind into orgasmic oblivion.
My strumming body didn’t understand the difference. But my brain did, and it wanted out before it was forced to shut down to the command of my body’s needs.
Not with Shehryar! Anyone but Shehryar…okay, no, butnotShehryar.
Shoving my shoulders back as hard as I could, I whipped my head to the side, flicking my hair away and into Shehryar’s face. He hissed and winced but glared when I strained my neck to look back at him. “You have nothing to say that I wanna hear.”
“You can determine that after you listen,” he said, low and calm.
His composure sharpened my irritation at myself and as much at him. I didn’t want to be the only one feeling unnerved by the situation.
“I fucking hate you,” I spat and lurched back, rubbing my arse up against his groin.
As soon as I’d done it, I regretted it.Almost. Somewhat…a little bit.
Shehryar’s expression twitched as a sharp inhale hissed through his teeth.
He stilled. I froze. A smoky flare gun went off behind his irises, and warm liquid slipped to the base of my spine, gathering where his dick was pressed to my arse before trickling between my spread core.
Electric tension sparked and crackled between us as we stared at each other.
After a mini eternity, his brows set into a warning, and his jaw rolled. “Don’t do that again.”
Instead of feeling cautious of the coiling tingles his slow growl inspired, I felt even more defiant. I leaned into him and bared my teeth. “Then get your peanut dick away from me.”
I was quite proud of the insult until a smug light flashed among the smoke in his eyes. I held my breath as his mouth curved in a slight smirk. “Is that what you’re thinking about? My dick?”
His quiet voice brushed across my cheek like a purr.A mocking purr.It left a stinging blush in its path that gave away more than I wanted to. Of course, he fucking saw it—his face was right up in mine—and his smirk lifted higher.
For fuck’s sake!I wasn’t thinking about his stupid small dick.
Letting out a frustrated noise, I knocked him with my shoulder. He grunted from the impact. “The only thing I’m fucking thinking about is how I’m going to cut it off if you don’t get off me!”
