Page 56 of Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy 2)
“And what do you want right now, Mount?” I stress his name because, for a moment, he seemed like a man I could confide in, and now he’s the arrogant bastard I’ve faced since the beginning.
“What I’ve wanted since the beginning. You.”
His hand moves at lightning speed, snatching mine and pulling me against him. I can’t miss the hard bulge shielded by the thin material of his suit pants as he turns me in a circle.
“So, this whole act tonight was just to get me into bed?” I look up at him in defiance and watch his eyes narrow and his expression darken.
“I don’t need an act for that. You’ve already agreed to all my terms. Whenever I want, and willing.”
My jaw clenches at his reminder. “Do they teach classes for that kind of arrogance, or were you born with it?”
All softness I felt toward him melts away like snow in the bayou, and it feels like we’re back to square one. Except I’m in Dublin. And he brought me here.
Facing this man is like taking on a Category 5 hurricane. My conflicting emotions surge within me.
Mount’s laugh is low and harsh. “You think I’m arrogant now? You’ve barely scratched the surface. For the record, just because I let you take the lead in your world doesn’t mean you get to call the shots anywhere else.”
“You’re impossible.” I hiss the words, but my body is already responding to his, and it’s taking all my self-control not to rub up against him like an animal in heat. Every bit of pressure heightens the sensation, thanks to my piercing.
“Pot, meet kettle,” he says.
“Fuck your pot and kettle.”
“All I want to fuck is you.” His gaze burns over my skin, and his nostrils flare as his free hand wraps around the back of my thigh, dragging upward until his palm skates under the fabric of my dress to grip my ass. “And you want it just as bad.”
“Not tonight.”
He lowers his lips close to my ear, and whispers a single word. “Liar.”
I have two options—murder him in this gorgeous hotel suite and spend the rest of my life on the run, or give in to the insanity and climb him like my body is dying for me to do.
“I still hate you.”
His teeth close over my earlobe. “No, you don’t. You just hate that you want me as badly as I want you.” He tugs and my nipples harden into points. “Admit it, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“This isn’t a new game. We both know you can make me want you, and it won’t mean anything except that you know how to play the game better than I do.”
He releases his hold on me completely. Surprised, I stumble back on my heels, catching myself on the bar.
Mount takes a step backward and shrugs off his jacket, leaving it folded over the back of the living room sofa. With another step back, he loosens the knot of his tie and tosses it on a chair. One more step, and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing the tanned, thick column of his neck. Another step, and the remaining buttons are undone and his shirt falls open, revealing his hard chest and rippling abs.
He stands in the middle of the suite, tucking his hands into his pockets as he meets my gaze. “I want to hear it now. Before I drag you to the brink and you’re willing to say anything for me to let you come.”
I lick my lips and flatten them. My inner muscles are already clenching, wetness soaking my thong as my body anticipates what’s coming next.
Murder or pleasure. What happened to my life that these two choices became equally viable outcomes to the same issue?
Mount happened.
“Fine. I’ll admit it. You win.”
Mount shakes his head slowly. “This isn’t about winning. This is about making it crystal fucking clear in your head that you crave what I give you. You don’t just want me to take control—you need it.”
He’s right. There’s no way I can deny it. We both know I’m a shitty liar.
“Then take it,” I tell him.
Again, his ridiculously handsome face moves slowly from side to side. “No, tonight you’re going to give it to me willingly.”
