her head.
Grant narrowed his eyes, denying her with a shake. She was determined. He enjoyed when she used that determination to all their advantage, as she had in creating this unusual relationship. But it was fucking annoying when she levelled it against him.
“You know the rules. You can’t go in the bedroom until the wedding night. We have to save something till then. Unless you want to hold off on other activities until the wedding night.” He lifted an eyebrow at her, sure she wasn’t interested in holding off on their extracurricular activities any more than he was.
“Of course not.” She shook her head.
“But I don’t see how a little peek could hurt.” She grinned up at him. “If I’m a really good girl.”
Grant swallowed, his whole body flashing to red alert. Damn it, why does she have to make it all so hard ? Though it wouldn’t be so much fun if she didn’t put up a fight. Weak-willed women were never his thing. “No.”
“And what if I just made a run for it?”
Grant took a threatening step toward her, placing himself between her and the door. He glared up at her, almost daring her to make a move. His whole body vibrated, hoping she’d push him. With all the wedding prep lately, they hadn’t shared in a really good romp in too long. Given how tight her shoulders looked, she could use the stress relief.
He crossed his arms over his chest, spreading his legs a little wider. “You’ll have to give it a try to know for sure, but I think you have an idea.”
Chapter Three
“What are you going to do, pet?” He growled. He clenched his hands together, holding tight to his control as the defiant tilt of her chin threated to rip it right out of his fingertips.
Kate glared up at him, her eyes darkening at the hint of challenge he layered into his tone. She loved a good skirmish. It was one of the many things he loved about her. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling on the flesh, debating what to do next, not that he believed she’d leave the room alone for a second. She’d been trying to get into that room since the instant Daniel had told her it was off limits.
“Nothing, Master.” She looked away, playing that she’d given up, and every muscle in his body tensed.
She should know better than to try and fool him. He noticed the change in her demeanor. Her body shifted toward the door just before she sprinted across the room. He reached for her, and she dodged his embrace, racing through the empty space that would be their dining room. He let out a snarl and chased after her, his heart pumping hard.
One of his large strides eating up the distance of two of hers, he caught up to her quickly. He wrapped his arm around her waist just as her fingers gripped the doorknob. He nearly picked her up off her tiny feet, trying to pull her away from the room, but she held on to the doorknob with all her might, not allowing him to carry her away.
“I want to see it.” She screamed, gripping the steel knob with both hands.
“You’re not allowed.” He and Daniel had been very clear, which only seemed to encourage her more. Women. Always want what they can’t have .
“It’s my room. I want to see it.”
She squirmed against him, wiggling all her soft curves into his length that was only getting harder by the second. Grant bit back a curse. Why did she have to make everything so difficult? Because it is more fun when I finally have her under my control.
“You’re only increasing your punishment by fighting.”
“I don’t care.”
She screamed back and he believed her. Kate liked it fast and rough. She loved baiting him, pushing him to those limits. It was one of the many reasons he loved her so damn much.
“You asked for it, pet.” With one big hand, he grabbed her wrists, pulling them from the knob with a jerk. The other arm he locked around her waist, holding her body tight to his. The position pressed his dick right into her ass, and he rubbed his