Perfect Bastard

He lifted my arms, pinning my hands above my head. "Tell me you didn’t fuck him, damn it," he demanded through clenched teeth. "Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch!" I snapped back, trying to break free. "Say it!" he growled, using one hand to grip my chin. "You think I’m a slut?" "So that’s a no?" "Go to hell!" "Good. That’s all I needed to hear," he said, lifting my black top with one hand, exposing my breasts and sending a surge of adrenaline through my body. "What the hell are you doing?" I panted as he stared at my breasts with a satisfied smile. He ran a finger over one of the marks he’d left just below one of my nipples. The bastard was admiring the marks he’d left on me? "Wrap your legs around me," he ordered. He leaned down enough to take my breast into his mouth, sucking hard on a nipple. I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan as he bit down, making me arch my chest toward him. "I’m going to let your hands go; don’t you dare try to stop me." * Bastard, arrogant, and completely irresistible, the exact type of man Ellie swore she’d never get involved with again. But when her friend’s brother returns to the city, she finds herself dangerously close to succumbing to her wildest desires. She’s irritating, smart, hot, completely crazy, and she’s driving Ethan Morgan crazy too. What started as a simple game now torments him. He can’t get her out of his head, but he’ll never allow anyone into his heart again. Even as they both fight with all their might against this burning attraction, will they be able to resist?