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Tia slumped against me in relief and buried her face in my chest.

“Thank you. Ohmigod, thank you so much! I was terrified Arjun would hurt them.”

I kept my hands down because if I touched her, I was sure I’d do something stupid like wrap my arms around her and cuddle her until she felt better. I couldn’t do that because Tia was my enemy, and you didn’t cuddle your enemies even if every cell in your body insisted that you do.

She raised her head slowly and glared up at me.

“Listen, you asshole. You knocked me out and kidnapped me tonight. Because of you, my brother is mad at me and he’s taking it out on my friend. I appreciate that you have helped me, even if you’ve done it under duress because you don’t like me, but I need a tight hug right now, and you will give it to me.Do. You. Understand?”

She grabbed my hands and wrapped them around her middle with another pointed glare at me.

Damn, but she was pretty when she got mad! And it only made me want to mess with her even more. Who the hell did she think she was, ordering me about in my own house?

Slowly, I moved one hand down to the curve of her ass and squeezed slightly. Tia’s breath quickened and her eyes widened as I pressed her into my hardness.

“That’s not a hug,” she squeaked.

“It’s better than a hug,” I quipped.

“Are you trying to fuck with my head?” she demanded.

“Is it working?”

“You have no idea what you’re doing, pretty boy. I can give as good as I get,” she warned.

“Do your worst,” I invited, with a feral grin.

Tia raised an eyebrow and ran a long finger from the base of my erection to the tip. I clenched my jaw as my cock responded by trying to break through my robe. I realized belatedly that this might have been a mistake. I should have just hugged her when she asked. Was it too late to wave the white flag? No, cried the competitive part of me. I wasn’t going down without a fight.

I smirked.

“You’ll have to try harder, babe,” I said lazily.

Tia held my gaze as she ran her thumb over the head of my cock gently.

“Is that why you’re dripping, Mr. Donovan?”

CHAPTER 8

TIA

What the hell was I doing?

I was playing with fire, that’s what I was doing. I was teasing Leo Donovan, the grumpiest, most vindictive man I had ever met. A man who wasn’t above kidnapping a woman if it suited his purpose. Moreover, I was teasing the man who had walked out on me three years ago.

But as I ran my thumb over the wide head of his weeping cock, spreading the pre-cum around, I told myself that I was also teasing the man who had called out my name as he touched himself. I was teasing a man who wanted me as much as I wanted him.

And I was tired of always doing the right thing. Leo might hate me for being Arjun’s sister. He hated what I represented in his life, and he had treated me abominably when he found out who I was, but that didn’t change the fact that I still wanted him desperately. I craved the touch of his fingers on my skin, his kisses, and the pleasure only he had ever given me. And after theclose call I’d had tonight, I wanted a little comfort. I wanted to be held and loved. I wanted to blow my fears away in one night of passion, even if it was forbidden.

So, yes. I was teasing him and he was teasing me right back. He was doing his best to get a rise out of me.

I shot him a crooked grin and gripped his cock hard with one hand. His eyes closed and he hissed out a sharp breath as I squeezed. His cock flexed in my hand, getting even bigger. I wondered how I’d ever fit this monster inside me. But I’d done it three years ago, and I could do it again.

“You snooze, you lose, Donovan. Keep your eyes on me,” I ordered.

His eyes flew open.

“Turnabout’s fair play,” he growled, reaching inside my robe and under the waistband of my sleep shorts to stroke the skin of my butt.

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