She holds my gaze and licks her lips. “Oh, so we’re just going to gloss over the fact that I won that bet fair and square? Interesting that you won’t honor your word.”
Rage crystalizes inside me. How does she do this? How does she slide beneath my skin “I’ll honor my word.”
“Good boy.”
I tug on her hair, a little too hard. “We’ll discuss it later.”
“As you wish.” Monroe shivers. For all that she’s chaos incarnate, she isn’t faking her attraction to me. I’d bet my life on it. I don’t know if that makes this shit better or worse.
I release her and start for the door. “Let’s go.”
I half expect her to start some shit, but Monroe follows along obediently and silently… At least until we’re in the hall and have shut the door behind us. “You’re a giant fool, do you know that?”
Even knowing better than to take the bait, I still chomp down on it with all my strength. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s rich coming from you.” She manages to match my longer stride with seeming ease, which irritates me beyond all reason. Monroe laughs. “You all but drove Shiloh right into my arms. What did you say to piss her off so thoroughly?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“If you say so.” She shrugs. “I honestly have no motivation to convince you to stop being a pushy neanderthal. It’s working out well for me.”
I spin on her, but she’s already moving. Monroe catches my wrist and shoves it away. “Let’s get one thing straight, shall we? I might like some slap and tickle when it comes to fucking, but you will not touch me in anger outside of that. Do you understand me?”
It’s as if someone else takes control of my body. I stalk her across the hallway, and she lets me, though she narrows her green eyes in suspicion. I don’t stop until I plant my hands on the wall on either side of her body. “It’s you who needs to understand me, Bride.” I lean down until we’re face to face. “Everything we do is in conjunction to fucking. That’s all it is. Aside from the alliance this handfasting brought us, you’re just a pretty pussy to me and nothing more.”
She laughs in my face. “Gods, you’re too much. Cute, Broderick, really cute.”
Still acting on pure instinct, I spin her around and step forward, pressing my front to her back. She drags in a harsh breath, but I’m not finished yet. I dip my hand beneath her loose shirt and hook the front of her jeans with my thumb. “This fucking enough for you, Monroe?”
“This is hardly foreplay,” she snarls.
I don’t hesitate. It takes half a second to unbutton her jeans and drag down the zipper. Then my hand is in her pants and, fuck, she’s so goddamn wet. I know it’s not for me. This is the aftermath of what Shiloh did to her last night. The jeans are too tight to do what I want, so I curse and move back enough to shove them down her hips. I don’t give a fuck that we’re in the middle of the hallway. I don’t care who might see. I just need to put this siren of a woman in her place, just one single fucking time.
I shift to the side so I can spear two fingers into her pussy from behind and rub her clit with my free hand. For her part, she hasn’t moved her stance, her hands still plastered to the wall where she caught herself. I stroke her, tormenting myself with how fucking good she feels. “Did she lick your pussy, Monroe?” The words feel dragged from me. “Did she fuck you with her tongue?”
“Yes.” She arches her hips, trying to take my fingers deeper. Monroe lets her head fall forward as I circle her clit just the way she likes. “She made me come so fucking hard. I can’t wait to do it again.”
I don’t give in to the temptation to increase my pace. I just hold steady as Monroe starts to shake in my arms. For all her shit-talking, she does come sweetly. She whimpers and clamps around my fingers hard enough to make me groan. I lean down and nip her earlobe. “You might have me for a week, Monroe, but make no mistake—I’ll be having you during that time. Over and over again.”
She barely lets me get my hands out of the way before she yanks up her jeans and fastens them. It’s only when her clothing is back in place that she finally looks at me. “Can’t wait.”
For the first time since I met her, I can’t shake the feeling that she just lied to me.
Chapter 12
Monroe
I have never run from a fight in my life. What just happened with Broderick can hardly be called a fight, and yet I feel like I’m fleeing it all the same as I step into the library with him shadowing my steps. My body still tingles with the aftermath of that orgasm, only made stronger by the few I had last night with Shiloh.