Page 75 of Cruel Proposal
The last thing I want is for her to hate me, but if that's what it takes to keep Robert away from her, then that's what it takes.
I suck in a sharp breath, raking my hand through my hair. "People are going to hear you screaming and think that I'm in here trying to murder you or something."
"Wouldn't really be far from the fucking truth, now would it? Get away from me." She puts her hands on my chest and pushes me back a step.
I crowd her more, planting my hands on the wall on either side of her head. "You're being irrational right now, and I don't have time to deal with this. You don't have time to deal with it either, quite frankly, so I'm going to need you to calm the fuck down and maybe think about what it'd take to keep you safe."
She barks out a bitter laugh and shakes her head, eyes flashing with anger. "I don't need you to keep me safe."
Leaning into her, my lips nearly brush against hers. "You think so?"
Her gaze darts to a sharp trowel sitting on one of the shelves, a little metal hand rake beside it. "I could kill you right now if I wanted to. It'd be so easy to swing that right into your stupid face and make you regret keeping me here."
I move back, dropping my arms. "You want to kill me so fucking bad? Go ahead and try it, but you're only going to get one chance."
Her hand twitches by her side, gaze darting to the side of the room and back to me.
It's not that I don't believe she wouldn't try to kill me. She's proven more than once that she's willing to try, but I don't think she could go through with it.
Summer isn't like the rest of her family. She's not trying to get out like Ellie was, but she's also not a bloodthirsty killer like Skyla.
Summer falls somewhere in the middle, wanting more out of her life, and with her chosen career, murder on her record isn't going to look good.
With her lips pressed into a thin line, she shakes her head, gaze dropping to the ground before it meets mine again. "I don't think it's worth it."
"You mean me."
There's a long pause before she nods. "Yes. You're not worth it."
She shuffles around me like she's going to leave.
I grab her by the wrist and pull her back to me before she can get to the door.
When a breathy sigh leaves her mouth, I crash my lips down onto hers.
For a moment, she doesn't respond. She's frozen beneath me, like she's not ready to give in.
My hands grip the sides of her hips, fingers sinking into her flesh as I pull her into me, needing something from her. Needing more than she's willing to give me.
And I guess that's part of the problem.
She doesn't want to want me. I can see the war going on in her head every time she looks at me.
Just when I'm about to give up, to take a step back and deal with the fact that I made this out to be more than it was in my own head, her lips part and her hands slide up my chest.
Her fingers knot in the fabric of my shirt, and she pulls me closer, her mouth slanting against mine.
I bite her bottom lip, drawing it between my teeth.
How the fuck did this day start so good just to end up like this?
I don't know, but I'll be damned if it keeps being a horrible day. Not when she's wearing a short black dress that shows off the curves of her body and the way her ass jiggles when she walks.
When I move my hands down to her ass, pulling her close to me, grinding my hardening cock into her body, she gasps.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair with one hand, I wrench her head back and deepen the kiss.
Her tongue tangles with mine, a breathy moan echoing in the space between us.
