Page 26 of Malicious Claim

The smile on his face disappeared as he lowered the gun. “But you're on timeout.” He turned and returned to his desk, placing the weapon beside the other gun he had shot the maid with. He sat, swirling in his chair.

“I can be on timeout in my room,” she replied.

“Why? Didn’t like my room even after going through it?”

“Oh, I liked it alright. But I’m not sure you would like it after my presence there.” She was being cryptic.

He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Wifey,” he began in an icy voice. It was so cold it sent chills down her body. “My room is my sanctuary. I don’t let anyone in, and I keep it as spotless as possible. If you’ve done anything to change the state I left it in, it won’t end well.” The warning sounded real.

The tone he had used ideally would have made her hurry out of his presence in fear. Deep down, she was scared to death by all he had said, but the stubbornness in her blood would never let her show it. “You should have said something quicker. I'm telling you to your face now, darling husband, you may regret leaving me alone in your room.”

He strode purposefully towards her, wearing a scowl. She braced herself up for the impact of his hands on her face by raising a proud chin. But as he stopped in front of her, he pushed his hand to the back of her head, and his lips came crashing down on hers.

This time, she didn’t resist. She took part in the kiss that was rough, hard, and combative. She gave and took as much as he did, leaving no stone unturned.

When he pulled his mouth away, she surprised him by rising on her toes and placing her lip back on his. He didn’t move, he only watched to see what she’d do.

“You think you’re the only one that can play this game?” She mumbled across his lip.

“What game?” His voice came out rough.

“I’m not a fool, Makros. When will you get that?” She asked, throwing her hand across his shoulders.

“I don’t think you’re a fool, baby girl. Childish? Yes. Never had a cock so big it rocked your world and tamed that cocky mouth of yours? Absolutely. But never a fool.” He toyed with her hair around his fingers.

“And you think you have this stick that’ll tame me? So sexist.” She grabbed his dick.

“Not a stick, darling. It’s more like wood. And I don’t think, I know.”

“Ah, aren't you a cocky one?” She grabbed his hand and took it behind her. Placing it on her butt, she raised her head to look at him.

“You think you’ll make me forget about your misbehavior by doing all this?” He squeezed her butt like he was kneading dough.

It was as soft though, and he wished she was bold enough to push it under her short skirt instead. Then he’d know she would do everything to go against him.

“I don’t care if you forget or not. I told you I can play your games, too.” She spun around and with ease, she pinned him against the wall.

“Is it a game if I want to bend you against a wall, my little torturer?” He reversed their position.

“So what are you waiting for? Do it.”

She dared him.

Their eyes locked in a fierce exchange. In her head, she had him exactly where she wanted. She couldn’t believe she almost gave up.

For a while, she’d forgotten the art of defeating a psychopath. Find his weakness and use it against him. In the case of this giant-sized man, it was his hunger for her body. However, she didn’t put everything into consideration and was utterly shocked when he spanked her butt, and forcefully stepped back, his face breaking into a maniacal grin.

“Whatever you did to my room, go and undo it. I'll send over someone to help out. For your sake, darling, leave my room as you saw it.”

Her head exploded as the stench of defeat wafted through the air. The corny bastard was feigning being seduced when all along he had been in charge.

“Monster,” she whispered in a hushed tone.

“Shall I call you a whore then for throwing yourself at me? I’ve watched countless men piss themselves, bite their tongues, and even take their own lives in front of me. If you want to beat me, you have to do better than that. Now get out of my office, please. I have to prepare for tonight.” He shooed her away like a bird.

“You know, one of these days, Makros Crete, your ego will be deflated.” She turned around and stormed out of the room.

His eyes trailed behind her until she disappeared out of sight. “Damnit! Stubborn goat.”