Page 51 of Under Your Scars

“Not toyou, tohim.”

“Youare.”

“You know what? I don’t even care anymore.” She sits up abruptly, swaying gently from the alcohol in her veins. She straddles my lap and then flips her hair over her shoulders to fully expose her chest to me. “I wantyou,” she whispers, trying to sound sexy and enticing even with the slur in her words.

“You’re drunk, Elena,” I tell her, and it fucking hurts because if this were any other circumstance and she put her naked body in my lap and gave me a green light, I’d already be inside her. But I can’t do that. Not when she’s drunk and upset.

“So?” she challenges.

I chuckle and wrap my fingers in the lapels of the suit jacket she’s wearing. “So the only thing I’m doing to you tonight is tucking you into bed.”

She frowns at me. “Oh, so now you want to take the moral high ground instead of punishing me for having hot, steamy sex with a billionaire?” She grinds down on top of me again and it takes considerable effort for me to not react, but she can feel the bulge in my pants. I’m a man, after all, and she’s the object of all my affections.

My eyes close and my head tips back into her cabinets, and my dick nearly drills a hole in my tactical pants when she lets out a tiny, breathy moan.

“Fuck,” I groan, drawling out the word. “Elena. Stop.”

My hands curl into tight fists as I attempt to keep myself from doing something stupid but fuck, she looks so goddamn beautiful on top of me. I can’t help it—I grab her perfect little waist and dig my fingers into her soft flesh. If it’s to stop her or urge her on, I’m not sure.

I wish I was a good man.

I push her lightly until she’s on her back against the floor, taking care to protect the back of her head. “You have no idea what you do to me, angel.”

Lying next to us in a wrinkled pile of silk is Elena’s pretty red dress. I take it in my hands and then rip it into ribbons.

“Hey!” she protests, trying to slap my hands away from her dress in an uncoordinated fashion.

“Shut up,” I command, and she crosses her hands over her chest in a drunken tantrum. I take one of the strips of her dress and tie it around her eyes like a blindfold. My cock is begging to be let free from the prison of my pants, and I’m so fucking close to taking it out and just sinking into her. Her pussy is all bare and begging for my attention, her legs spread wide in invitation. Once I’m sure the tie around her eyes is fully blocking her vision, I press the locking mechanism for my mask and let it fall to the floor with a clatter. “Open your mouth, Elena,” I command. She doesn’t listen. I use my fingers to roughly press her cheeks together and then I take a long swig of the leftover tequila. I lean over her and then let the alcohol fall from my mouth into hers in one continuous stream and then force her lips shut. “Swallow.” She has no choice, and she does, earning sweet praises from me. “Good girl.”

I lean down to run the tip of my nose along the underside of her jaw. She smells so fucking sweet, like cotton candy.

I pour a tiny puddle of tequila in the hollow of her throat, and then lick it from her skin. She sucks in a sharp breath when my tongue traces up her neck, along her jaw, over her chin until my mouth meets hers and I steal the air from her lungs with a searing kiss that has my head spinning.

She whines for more tequila, but I put my mask back on and then rip her blindfold off and hold the bottle out of her reach. “You’ve had enough. Now get in bed.”

“Only if you come with me.”

I grab her threateningly by the jaw again and pull her to her feet with me. “Fine. Bed. Now.”

I let her go, and she stumbles to the tiny twin-sized mattress on the other side of the room. She climbs into the bed and then makes grabby hands at me. I chuckle, crawling into the bed next to her.

I wrap her tightly in a blanket burrito until she can’t move. For good measure, I hook a heavy leg over her waist and wrap my arms around her shoulders and tug her close to my chest, rendering her immobile and effectively trapping her.

She wiggles against the cocoon to try and break out, but my grip is solid, and she soon realizes her attempts are worthless. She gives up with a huff. “Go to sleep, Elena.”

She huffs again. “You’re no fun at all. I hate you.”

When those three words leave her lips, my entire body tenses. It feels like she plunged a dagger straight into my heart. She has every fucking reason to hate me, but it still hurts.

“I’m sorry. That was really mean. I don’t hate you. I promise.”

I exhale deeply and pull her impossibly closer. Her head sinks into my chest. “It’s okay, angel. I could never be mad at you.”

I feel her snuggle into me and it sends warmth from my chest all the way down to my toes. Her breath begins to steady out as my heartbeat lulls her to sleep.

“Hey,” she says quietly. “You’d do anything for me, right?”

“Anything, baby,” I repeat with certainty.