Page 169 of Blackwood

“Bastard,” she snaps at me, trying to catch her breath.

Cade leans down, still holding her by the wrists, and grins with a voice that is all fake concern. “Now sweetheart, be nice.”

I stare down at her, chest heaving, cock throbbing, still slick and aching to be back inside. “Say you’re sorry, Bella,” I growl, hands wrapped around her hip, holding her still.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Lex?” She glares up at me, eyes flashing with fire. She tries to free her arms, but Cade’s grip only tightens.

Good boy.

She rolls her eyes. “Fine. I’m sorry,Bella,” she says sweetly.

Cade fucking loses it. He starts laughing, hard, head dropping between his shoulders as he tries to catch his breath.

“That’s not fucking funny, Cade” I snap, even though my lips twitch.

Cade lifts his head, still grinning. “You had to see that coming.” He looks between us, amusement all over his face. “You two are basically the same person.”

I narrow my eyes at her. She just bats her lashes and shrugs like she’s innocent.

I reach down and wrap my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Her eyes snap wide.

Is that fear?

No, of course not. That is fucking lust. Pure, molten, fuck-me-now lust. My baby likes it.

“Say you’re sorry.”

It’s a game now for her. I can see it in her eyes. She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t even blink. Those gray eyes hold mine like she’s daring me to break first.

“Harder,” she whispers.

Fuck me.

“Oh my God,” Cade lets go of her wrists, shaking his head like this is the most ridiculous, and hottest shit he’s ever seen. His ass is mine later for laughing and letting her go, but whatever.

The second he releases her, she moves.Some slick-ass ninja shit. She shifts her hips, flips her body, and suddenly she’s on top of me, straddling my thighs like she’s been planning this for days.

“Damn, baby,” I mutter, half breathless. “Good moves,” I narrow my eyes at her. “Like some crazy ass jujitsu shit.”

She shrugs and then it hits me.

“Oh hell no.” I stare up at her, rage in my eyes. “I swear to God, if that Mortal Kombat Tattooed Dragon-Dick Laing of yours taught you—”

She leans forward, wraps her fingers around my throat and squeezes. Hard. She leans in close. Her lips just above mine, eyes full of smoke and vengeance.

Cade groans from beside us. “Fuck,sweetheart.”

“You say anyone’s name in this bed other than Cade’s or mine,” she whispers low, sultry, and sharp enough to scar. Her grip tightens. “And we’re gonna have real problems… baby.”

Oh, fuck no. She thinks she’s in control. Thinks she can climb on top and talk shit without consequences.

Cute. Fucking cute.

“Fuck this,” I growl.

I wrap my arms around her waist, shift my hips, and flip her ass right back underneath me where she belongs. Just like it’s a goddamn wrestling match.

She squeals, half-shocked, half turned-on, laughing through it like she knows exactly what she just started. I pin her down, one arm on her thigh, the other gripping her wrists above her head, and look down at her, panting.