Page 12 of Broken Pieces
“Careful,” I murmur, my gaze dragging slow over her mouth. “I might take that as a fucking challenge.”
She steps closer, head high, daring me to strike first. “What? You gonna fuck me up?”
God, that mouth.
That tone.
That fury.
She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink. Just stares straight through me.
I move in slow, eating the space between us with that kind of swagger that makes girls step back and beg.
But she holds firm. Breath sharp. Chest tight. Shoulders locked. Braced for impact and refusing to back down.
I’m close enough now to smell her shampoo. Vanilla and sweat and danger. Close enough to feel the tremble she’s trying so fucking hard to hide.
“Depends,” I say. “You asking me to or warning me not to?”
Her lip curls. Her eyes narrow. “I’m warning you, asshole. I’m trouble you don’t wanna fuck with.”
I grin, eyes locked on hers. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m the king of fucking trouble.” I lean in. “But I’m guessing you want a little chaos,” I say, voice rough, daring.
The corner of her mouth pulls up with a kind of cruel grace, wicked and slow, sharp enough to slice skin if I got too close.
The way she stares at me?
It’s pure fucking challenge. Brazen. Dangerous. Dripping with everything I should walk away from and already can’t.
She’s not just standing her ground. She’s daring me to shove against it, to see how far I’ll go.
And fuck, I want to.
She holds my gaze, letting the tension thicken until it settles in my gut, low and dangerous. Every second she keeps her mouth shut makes me want her more.
My blood’s thumping harder.
My cock’s already aching with the image of her pressed to the wall, her hands in my hair, her teeth in my neck.
But I stay still.
For now.
We’re both staring, both waiting, both pretending we’re not already ten steps past the line.
And then I move, because I fucking have to.
I turn away.
My boots grind into the pavement with every step, each one a warning she won’t forget.
I don’t rush.
I move in a way that makes damn sure she senses the weight of me leaving. I don’t need to turn around to be certain her eyes are on me. Their heat drills straight through my spine.
The airs still charged.
Her heat crawls up the back of my neck, and fuck, it makes my cock twitch all over again.
