Page 59 of The Pawn

“Let me see then.”

“No.”

“You’re a liar.” I stand up, move around the chair so it’s between us.

Cassian rolls the chair out of the way, and I realize I’m taking steps backward when he takes them forward.

When I feel the wall at my back I set my hands against his chest.

“Stop trying to bully me.,” I say, my mouth moving from his eyes to his mouth and back. My heart is racing and butterflies are fluttering their wings in my stomach.

“I’m hardly bullying you,” he says, his mouth moving to my lips that I realize I’m licking because my stupid body always does this when he’s so close.

“I’m not scared of you,” I say, shoving against his chest which is pointless.

“No?”

“No.” I try to scoot around him, but he blocks me.

He grins. “You’re not getting away that easy, Little Moth.”

“If it’s not my mother’s ring, then what it is?”

He touches the tip of my nose. “Nosy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Just curious.”

He chuckles. “Well, nosy or curious, what is in that pouch doesn’t concern you right now. When it’s time, I’ll show you.”

“If it’s not her ring, then show me what it is.”

“When it’s time. Right now, we have another matter to discuss.”

“What matter?”

“The matter of how I should punish a Little Moth fluttering around my office, looking through things that don’t concern her.”

He sets one forearm at the wall and brushes my hair behind my ear with his other hand. The contact of his fingers against my cheek sends a jolt of electricity through me.

I force myself to push his hand away and clear my throat. When it comes to Cassian, he seems to always have the upper hand, and I seem to always be flustered.

“If it’s not my mother’s ring then let me see,” I say, and reach into his pocket to snatch out the pouch.

Cassian captures my wrist easily and tsks.

“Bad girl,” he says, taking the pouch from my hand, sliding it back into his pocket before lifting me over his shoulder so quickly, I yelp with the surprise of it. “You’re not made of glass.” He carries me to the desk and sets me on the edge of it. He stands between my legs and traps my wrists at my back. “So I shouldn’t be afraid I’ll break you if I spank you, right?”

“Give me the ring,” I demand.

“You are very cute when you’re angry.” He releases my wrists to weave his hand into my hair and tug my headbackward. “Tell me, is that what you need, my curious little Allegra? A spanking?”

He goes to kiss me, but I snap my teeth. His grin only grows wider, and he forces my head backward and kisses me, not caring when I drag my teeth over his lower lip. Moaning when I do it.

“My violent little Allegra,” he whispers against my ear as he swipes the papers from his desk and lays me back on it, pushing my skirt up to my waist and glancing down before bending his head to kiss me. “Give it to me. Give me all that violence inside your heart. I’ll take it happily,” he says, his breath hot and wet when he pushes his tongue into my ear.

He draws back, eyes gleaming. He grips my thighs, bending my knees and I yelp when he tugs me to the edge of the desk where he crouches down and shoves the crotch of my panties to the side before closing his whole mouth over my sex.

“Oh my God!” I cry out. The scruff of his jaw is rough against my clit, a contrast to his soft lips and tongue.