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Trouble
with Mitch
Ellora’s
Cave
He launched himself across the room, landing in
the middle of the bed on top of her, but not before
she tucked the phone beneath her.
"Give it to me," he said, his cock pressed
between the cheeks of her ass. Saints preserve him,
he wanted to grind his dick into her and take her there.
She was a hell-cat with the body of an angel and his
own body couldn't forget that, couldn't erase the memory
of being buried deep inside her warm wetness.
But she had the phone and the way she bucked beneath
him made him horny as hell and indicated she was probably
still punching buttons.
Mitch eased his weight off her and flipped her over
onto her back, dropping his full length on top of her
to keep her knees from connecting with that swollen
member he wanted to drive deep inside her. He snatched
the phone from her hands and smashed it against the
nightstand. The pieces fell to the floor, completely
useless.
"You bastard!" Her hand connected to his
cheek in another hard slap, the sound echoing against
he tall ceiling.
"Maybe so, but I really didn't have any intention
of harming you, but keep this up and I might change
my mind." He clamped her wrists together and jerked
them up over her head. "There. Now will you listen
while I try to explain what the hell is going on?"
"I don't have to listen to you. You're nothing
but a criminal and a liar. And if you r-rape me, my
father will have you dissected, one piece at a time,
starting with…" She gulped, her eyes round
and luminous.
"With this?" Mitch rubbed the evidence
of his arousal against her center.
Her throat muscles convulsed and she nodded. "If
it's money you want…"
"I don't want your goddamn money! I just want
you to listen, then I'll leave you alone and you can
get on with whatever is so all-fired important."
Her lips set in a firm line and she squirmed beneath
him, only making his hard-on worse.
"Will you quit moving? A man can only take
so much from a beautiful woman and not lose control."
She snorted. "Yeah, right. Like you're attracted
to me."
"You can't tell?" He leaned back enough
to allow her a glance at his engorged cock. "I
don't get that hard over just anyone."
"Bull shit!" Her back arched and she rocked
beneath him, her breasts bumping against his naked chest.
"You're nothing but a womanizing sleaze who lies
to women to get them in bed and then takes off after
scoring."
Mitch frowned. "I don't have to lie to get
women in bed. They come willingly. Like you did, if
I recall correctly."
"You crude bastard!" She jerked hard on
her wrists. If Mitch let go, he knew he'd be slapped
yet again. "You led me on."
"No, you invited me up, not the other way around."
"I know your type. You always get what you
want, don't you? Then you leave."
"You don't know anything about me."
"I know enough to know, you're scum. Let me
go!" She rocked back and forth, jerking on her
hands to loosen them from his grip. The more she bumped
him, the slower her movements and the shorter her breaths.
Mitch held tight, his body stretched over hers to
keep her from gaining leverage, his one hand holding
both of hers above her head. There were other things
he'd like to do to her all night, but if he tried, she'd
have every right to hit him up with charges of rape.
Mitch had never in his life forced a woman to have sex.
They usually threw themselves at him. He wasn't going
to start now. But the woman beneath him had made love
to him then sent her father and her bodyguards in to
clean up the mess-him. "I can do this all night,"
he said, his voice a low croak. "But I'd prefer
to talk like civilized adults."
Her brows rose. "You're the one holding me
down, who's the uncivilized one here?"
"If you promise not to make a nuisance of yourself,
I'll let you up." His cock chose that time to twitch.
Oh hell, had she felt it? Was he up for full-blown hysterics?
He didn't have time for this. He had to find out what
had happened to Edie and Harry. The last he'd seen them,
they were fighting for their lives and the Stone of
Azhi against the evil Danorah Hakalah. Were they alive
or dead? Had they managed to save the stone from her
clutches? "Look, you're sexy and all, but I just
don't have time to play games. Behave and listen, or
I'll have to tie you up."
Amira's deep brown eyes rounded briefly, the flush
of red creeping into her cheeks. Oh she had felt his
cock nudging against her all right. Then her gaze narrowed
into a cool, hard stare. "Okay, I'll behave and
listen. Now let me up."
Mitch studied her eyes, trying to see into their
dark depths to the thoughts behind them. Not a chance,
her black-brown eyes were mysterious pools of ink, impossible
to read. He had to trust that she would keep her word.
He let go of her hands and backed off the bed, grabbing
a pillow to cover himself down there. No use advertising
his arousal to her. She'd made it quite clear she wasn't
interested in him for more than the one night they'd
shared.
She pushed up onto her elbows and stared at the
pillow covering his groin. "Okay, cowboy, you have
exactly one minute to convince me I shouldn't scream
my head off and shoot your ass for breaking into my
apartment."
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