Chapter 83

“So, she’s in a temper tonight. Drunk, horny, and angry. Interesting combo for my beautiful little hellcat.” He tilts his head, watching me. “Poor book didn’t much like meeting the door, though,” he shrugs in amusement.

I glare at him frostily, tilting my chin up, and march toward the bed to make a show of how pissed I am. He catches my arm, tugging me to him abruptly. Putting both hands around my upper arms, he leans down to kiss me, his mouth finding mine soft, betraying my weakness. My senses snap back into focus, and I viciously bite him on the lower lip. He moves back in surprise, his hand coming to his mouth for a second, a frown enveloping his face, and then he tightens his hold on my arms, tugging me toward him and kissing me again. This time it’s harder; I respond greedily and bite him again as fury surges in front of lust. This time it’s done with more intent as I feel a rush of something inside me; he clutches me tightly and tosses me back on the bed.

For a mo