Page 26 of Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy 1)
He barks out the orders and I follow them, finding the courage to meet his gaze. If I thought I felt rage, the same emotion is mirrored in his eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve been begging a man to fuck you your entire life. And I guarantee while I’m buried inside you, there won’t be a single second when you feel like it’s against your will.”
“Not a chance in hell. I’ll never be willing.”
The challenge I throw out hangs in the air between us as he reaches for me again. I flinch as a fingertip skims along my jawline, following the line of my throat, stopping between my breasts. My nipples peak despite my resolve.
“Your body betrays you.”
“It’s cold in here.”
“Lie to yourself all you want, Keira. But tell me the truth about one thing. When was the last time you were fucked by a real man? Someone who knows what you need. Someone who’ll take control from you and give you what you’ve been dying for. How many times did you have to fuck yourself with your fingers after your limp-dick husband rolled over, just so you would get to come too?”
I hate that he knows that. “Leave him out of this.”
Mount’s eyebrows go up. “He’s why we’re here, isn’t he? He couldn’t satisfy his debt, and he sure as hell couldn’t satisfy his wife.”
One finger flicks my hard nipple, and I suck in a harsh breath. He cups one breast and drags his thumb across the center, sending flames streaking through me. I want to hate it. I want to hate it more than I’ve wanted to hate anything in my entire life, but he’s right. Magnolia was right too.
My body is betraying me.
Heat burns around us, from his hand where he touches me, from his gaze where he pins mine, and from the inferno building inside me. His thumb and forefinger close around my nipple and squeeze, tighter and tighter, until the line between pleasure and pain blurs and my thighs clench together.
He releases me in an instant and steps away like he hasn’t almost just made me come from that simple touch. His head tilts to the left as he surveys me.
“You know what else power is, Keira? An aphrodisiac. You can fear me and still want me at the same time. It will heighten every experience.”
My jaw clenches. I hate that there’s a possibility he could be right. “I don’t want this. I didn’t ask for this, and I will never submit willingly. I swear it on everything that’s holy.”
His lips twist into an expression I can’t read. Fascination? Intrigue? Challenge?
“Then you sign over one hundred percent of Seven Sinners to me right now.” He steps away and reaches into the breast pocket of his dark suit and produces a single sheet of folded paper.
I cross my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling every inch of my nakedness. “No. That company is mine. My family’s legacy. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted for as long as I can remember. And if you believe I’m dumb enough to think it’s only worth half a million, you’ve misjudged me completely.”
His eyes narrow. “With your debt load? Mortgaged to the hilt? You’re lucky I’d be willing to take it on and keep it running rather than shut it down and sell those stills for scrap.”
The thought of Seven Sinners being dismantled sends another wave of fury washing over me. “Don’t you fucking think about touching my company. I’ll never let you have it.” My reply can’t be called anything but a sneer . . . except maybe for stupid.
I expect him to rage at me in burning anger, but he smiles smugly instead.
“I’ll think about touching whatever I want.” He pulls a pen from his other breast pocket. “But if you sign this, you can walk away without me touching every curve of your body until I know it better than my own. Without me sucking on those pouty pink nipples. Without me burying my hand in your wild mane of hair and using it to pin you down while I fuck that perfect peach of an ass until you scream my name.”
I struggle to draw in a ragged breath as he lays both the sheet of paper and the pen on the table like a dare. The lamplight illuminates the title of yet another legal document whose only purpose is to ruin my life.
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Complete and Irrevocable Assignment of Ownership Interest
* * *
Even as the fire he started rages through my body, I hate him.
Hate.
It’s not a word I truly understood until just now. But by putting me in this impossible position, he’s made me understand it too well. The feeling is visceral, twisting my stomach in rage strong enough to douse the flames.
