Chapter 25 The Taste of Defiance
POV Damian:
“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about. Besides being an asshole, are you crazy?” The tone in her voice makes me smile. I’d forgotten how beautiful she looks when she’s irritated.
“Now that’s better.” I give the smile that I know makes some panties wet and others instantly furious. I hope with the insolent one it causes the second—love seeing the red pepper. In how many places does she blush? Or, to torture me like a depraved man, is her pussy pink? “When I saw you treating me politely I thought you were having a stroke,” I joked to mask the discomfort already in my pants.
“Go to hell.” My cock throbbed hard. Damn, I love this insolent side of her.
I want to tame her.
I damn well want to tame this woman with my cock, my fingers, and my tongue.
“There she is—I missed you, Petulant. Has anyone told you how beautiful you look when you’re angry?” She looks surprised by my flirting.
“I—I need to… work.” Oh, fuck, she’s blushing—and not from anger; her stammer gives her away.
“Your cheeks are red…” His mouth pulls me like a magnet, and I move closer until we’re inches from kissing. “I just don’t know if it’s from anger or from shyness.” I want to kiss her. I look at those full lips, ready to toss everything away and devour them. “I’d love it if it were shyness.” Unable to resist, I press my lips lightly to hers. She can’t hide the surprise; her tongue slips out to moisten them, torturing me even more.
“Y-you… can’t…” she stammers.
“I can do whatever I want,” I made sure to brush my lips against hers with every word. “And I’ll bet you want it as much as I do.” I wet my lip and deliberately licked hers. I’m so hard my cock could rip my pants if we keep up these preliminaries. “Tell me what you did with the check?”
Better change the subject—or I’ll throw everything away and attack her right here.
“And the blonde?”
Who?
“Madison?” She’s worried about… Wait… is she jealous? “She’s a friend, and the daughter of a partner.” I smile, realizing that’s it from the face she makes. “Jealous?”
“Are you delusional? I thought she was your girlfriend.” She stepped back, avoiding my gaze.
“I don’t date. And if I did, I wouldn’t be the type to cheat.” I felt genuinely offended that she’d think I was the kind of man who betrays someone.
“I need to work.” She turned her back on me, and that irritated the hell out of me—I wasn’t done talking, damn it.
“Just answer me—what did you do with the check?” The regret hit almost instantly when Scarlett’s eyes turned to me, blazing red with fury. I took a few steps back, uncertain if she’d actually lunge at me, especially with the customers around us as witnesses.
“What check? What the fuck are you talking about?” She didn’t look like she was lying.
“You really seem not to know,” I muttered under my breath.
Could it be that the check never reached her? Maybe something happened to the envelope? I was still thinking about what to say next when a man appeared behind her—way too close for my liking.
“Everything okay here, Scarlett? Do you need help?” the idiot asked, a stupid grin plastered on his face.
Scarlett? Seriously? Not even a more original nickname?
“Everything’s fine. The gentleman here was just leaving,” she said, and I could feel her arrogance from across the counter. “Am I right, sir?”
She was challenging me. And that was the perfect moment to give her a lesson on how to be unpleasant, arrogant, cynical—and a few other things besides. I smiled, my eyes sliding to the fool standing behind her.
“All right, sweetheart, I’m going. But I’ll be waiting for you outside.”
I walked up to her and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her face toward mine. “I’m not leaving without my answer.”
Then I crushed my mouth against hers.
The softness of her lips made me imagine them wrapped around my cock, taking me in over and over until I spilled deep down her throat.
I let go of her and walked away as fast as I could—because if I stayed, I’d end up shocking everyone in that diner with what I really wanted to do.
I pressed my palm against my hard length through my pants, trying to ease the throbbing need that begged for her hot, wet, tight pussy. I wanted to hear her hurling insults at me while I fucked her—hard, fast, relentless.
Leaning against my car, I looked back through the diner window, waiting for the little insolent woman who now bore my mark.
And she had no idea that everything I mark as mine—I never let go.