Page 76 of Intense (Beneath The Blaze #3)

FINN

Song- Put It On Me, Matt Maeson

H er body writhes against mine, fighting me like she means it.

Good.

I press her harder into the bookshelf, the wood rattling under the force, and pin both her wrists above her head with one hand. She’s small, but she’s all fire, thrashing with enough strength to make most men stumble. Not me.

Her knee snaps up, aiming for my crotch. I catch it with my thigh, grinning as her eyes flare.

“Clever girl,” I murmur, my breath hot against her ear. “Always aim for a man’s weak spot.”

She bucks against me, trying to twist free, her nails digging into my arm. The scratch only fuels me.

“Show me more,” I taunt.

She shifts her weight and drops low, managing to slip one hand free. Her fist flies, catching me in the cheek. My head jerks to the side.

And I laugh.

That dark, dangerous sound that always makes people flinch. Not her, though. It just fires her up more.

“That’s my girl. Keep fuckin’ goin.”

Her chest heaves, her eyes wide but burning with determination. She doesn’t know it yet, but this is exactly what I wanted. To see if she’d strike me and keep going or fold the second she tasted resistance.

She swings again, but this time I catch her wrist midair and twist it behind her back, spinning her so her chest slams against the bookshelf. Her breath leaves her in a sharp gasp.

I cage her there, my body pressed to hers, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“You’re quick,” I whisper. “You’ll never beat me, though.”

“Maybe I don’t need to beat you. Maybe I just need to keep you on your toes. We’re a team. I can distract them while you deliver the killer blow. See?”

Fuck, she’s lethal when she’s like this.

I press my mouth to the curve of her throat, dragging my teeth along her skin until she shivers beneath me. My free hand slides down her hip, anchoring her to me. My cock is aching to take her.

“This is why you can’t come to London,” I growl. “You’ll distract me. And when I’m distracted, people I love could die.”

She twists her head just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes sharp. “Then maybe you should let me be the one watching your back. Ever thought about that? You don’t have to take on the world on your own. And neither do I.”

The fight in her voice and the heat in her eyes punch through me harder than any blow she’s landed.

My resolve cracks.

She’s not just my wife. Not just my temptress. She’s my equal.

And God help anyone who thinks they can take her from me.

“I’ll think about it,” I tell her and pull away.

Could I really take her with me? Let her see this other side to me and my family? She was never meant to just be a wife.

But I think she’s right. We might be better together in all aspects.

“For now, let's get your closet done, shall we?”

She turns and scowls at me, like she might pounce on me for another attack.

“When do you leave?” she asks.

“Tomorrow night.”

I still need to speak to Theo and see what this plan is. Them saying they have Arthur and actually having him are two different things. I expect there will be more to this than just simply killing the cunt.