Page 21 of Vicious Little Liar
“Enough!”
She goes limp beneath me, but she’s far from giving up. Dark brown eyes narrowing, she holds my gaze, and I can see the gears spinning in her head. This is where she comes up with her next move. But two can play that game, and I quickly devise mine.
Remembering the way she responded earlier to my touch, I grind my hips against hers, not at all surprised to notice my dick already at half mast. Fury flashes in the depths of her gaze, but so does something else. Something darker that the hunger inside me immediately responds to.
Need.
This time, I do nothing to hide my grin. Leti can pretend to hate me all she wants, but her body doesn’t lie. She was wet for me back at the club, and despite whatever resentment she might still carry, I have no doubt that she is wet for me now.
“That was stupid,” I tell her, licking my lips.
Now that I have her up close, I catalog her features. Even riled up and angry, she is devastatingly beautiful.
How did I ever let you go?
While standing, the skirt on her black dress falls a few inches short of her knees, exposing the sun-kissed skin of her legs, but with the position we’re in now and with her continued struggles, the material has bunched higher, leaving more of her smooth, bronze skin on display.
I slide my free hand up her bare thigh, watching as her eyes darken, turning into slits.
Her hair is a tumble of dark brown waves spread out across the seat. My fingers itch to wrap around their silky strands and pull her head back, locking her in place until she relinquishes control and submits to me.
Knowing Leti, it’ll be a cold day in hell before she does that. Doesn’t mean I won’t try.
Like when we were kids, she wears little to no makeup. She’s never needed it. Her beauty is unparalleled. But like most beautiful things, she is not to be trusted. A fact I’m reminded of when the vicious little minx bites the fleshy part of my hand still covering her mouth.
“Hijo de—“son of a—I rear back, straddling her body as she shoves herself up on her elbows and bucks her hips beneath me.
“Get off of me,” she snarls.
It’s a weak attempt to unseat me. She needs to be stronger. Put on a little more weight and pack on some muscle if she has any hope of defending herself in a situation like this.
In our world, she can’t afford to be weak. Leticia knows this.
Why, then, has she done nothing about it? I mentally add finding her a trainer to my list of things to do once we’re settled.
Ignoring the small drop of blood where her teeth broke the skin, I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze. A warning and a glaring reminder of who holds control here.
Pressing her back into the seat, her arms buckle beneath me, and she sucks in a sharp breath.
“You will not run from me again.” I make sure she hears the threat in my words.
There can be no misunderstandings between us. It is crucial Leticia knows her place. My family will not take to her blatant disrespect, and I won’t always be around to protect her. She has to behave. She can be angry with me all she likes, but she cannot put herself at risk like that again.
Mouth pressing into a tight line, her eyes flash with mutiny.
Resignation settles in my gut. I should have tied her up to begin with instead of trusting in our former relationship. No part of me expected her to make a run for it. Let alone to do so in the middle of a traffic stop. I underestimated her. I won’t do that again.
“Ties.” I hold my hand out over the center console without taking my eyes from hers.
Adrian slaps what I’ve requested into my outstretched hand, and Leti shifts her gaze, trying to see what he’s given me. Only my grip on her throat won’t allow it.
“You brought this on yourself,” I tell her right before flipping her onto her stomach.
She gasps at the abrupt change in position, and I make quick work of tugging both her arms behind her back. Not giving her the chance to catch her bearings, I secure the zip-tie around her wrists, tightening the plastic until I’m confident she can’t worm her way out of the makeshift cuffs.
With her hands secured, I flip her back over, ignoring her obvious discomfort.
“Is that enough, or do I need to secure your ankles, too?”
