Page 70 of Bruised MC Bear
“I can tear you apart,” I warned him, gripping his neck with the full force of my human strength.
“I’ve had brushes with death before.”
He was lucky I could still hold on to the thread of control to keep my beast inside. It would be nothing to crush his windpipe, though I recalled that alone wouldn’t kill a vampire, but probably would piss him off.
“By the way,” he added. “I’d love to see you try, but for now, I’m quite enjoying having you like this.”
“Like how?” I growled.
His eyes alone glanced down between our bodies. “Legs straddling me, body nice and tight against mine, looking deep into my eyes. I may just prefer you like this over my little old tame suggestion of a kiss.”
Shit. I really had climbed into his lap. He didn’t so much as lay a finger anywhere on my person. Embarrassed, I released his neck, dismounted his legs, and returned to my spot. I still wanted to wipe that grin off his smug face, but I had already crossed the line. I used the rest of the time in the limo to blow up Angel’s phone, demanding an answer as to why she kept this detail from me. She replied with one smiley face just before we rolled up at the hotel.
Well, fuck me.
