Page 13 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

I couldn’t answer that. I was in a ‘damned if I do and damned if I don’t’ situation. I refused to give him that shred of power.

“Was any of it real? Was anything you said to me last night real,” I asked instead.

His dark eyes were more intense in the daylight, and as hard as it was to hold his stare when he arched his brow at me, I didn’t flinch.

“I didn’t lie about anything, not even my name. You didn’t ask me what my last name was, and you assumed I gave you my first name. I have nothing to lie to you about, Agent. You, on the other hand, lied your ass off to me, and yet I still gave you the ride of your life.”

My body was trembling with a rage that was like a living creature inside my chest, demanding to make him pay. I yelped as he suddenly grabbed the back of my neck. I was definitely still off my game, or I would’ve blocked him, but I never even saw him twitch. He rubbed his thumb on the side of my neck where he’d left the hickey, and I jerked my head away.

“Don’t touch me,” I growled. Nathaniel stopped rubbing but didn’t remove his hand, and the heat from his palm felt like it was scorching my skin. I tried to pull back, but his fingers tightened, and my pulse shot through the roof. I knew he was dangerous last night, but this was not what I meant. Being trapped in an office with the son of a powerful mafia boss alone was not where my head was, but obviously, I’d been thinking with the wrong body part.

“Tell me, Savannah, are you angry because I played your game better than you?” He smirked, and I wanted to say something sharp and intelligent. But all my brain cells were too busy drooling and begging for more of last night to come up with anything worthwhile. “No? Hmm, then maybe you’re angry because everything I said about your personal life is true, or is it because you finally fucked someone who could make you scream?”

I was still too hungover to punch him, and yet it didn’t stop me from trying something else. Maybe I really did need anger management training, like my boss said. My knee came up for his crotch, but instead of making any contact, I was spun around, lifted in the air, and pressed face down on his desk. Nathaniel stood between my legs and pinned me to the large marble slab. My shoulder was screaming from the way he had it twisted behind my back.

He growled in my ear, and a shiver raced down my spine as my breathing quickened, but I ignored my stupid body, which didn’t seem to care about our predicament.

“You’re lucky, Kisa. I’m not the type of man to rape a woman. If I were another member of my family, you would be having a very different conversation, but make no mistake, I will not tolerate you coming into my office trying to assault me for any reason.”

I swallowed hard as he rubbed his cock against my ass. I could feel him as easily as I had without clothes last night. I’d been careless and caught up in my emotions. Not knowing what Nathaniel looked like before hunting him was a rookie mistake. I hated to say it, but my boss was right. I needed to get my head screwed on straight before I got myself killed. Fuck, it may already be too late.

NATHANIEL

Fuck, this girl was making me hard all over again. It had only been seven hours since I left her room, but that didn’t seem to matter to my persistent cock. It stood at attention the moment she walked in. Pressed firmly up against her ass, all I could think about was ripping her pants open and burying myself deep inside of her.

“Are you going to be good, Kisa? Or are you planning to keep fighting?”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s a simple question. Do I let you go, or do I come on your sexy ass before tying you up?”

She sighed under me, which pressed her ass up and into my shaft, and I bit my lip to keep from rubbing against her. I hadn’t dryhumped anyone or anything since I was thirteen. I wasn’t about to start again now.

“What does Kisa mean?”

“It means kitten. I like it. It suits your claws-out and hissing personality.”

“Funny. I won’t try to hit you again, but I can’t promise anything else.”

Placing a chaste kiss against her neck, she shuddered, and I smirked. “Remember my warning. I don’t warn people twice.”

I released her arm and stepped away from her legs, making sure I was out of range before turning and walking over to the espresso machine. I could hear her moving around behind me, and I kept track of her but never turned back to prove my point.

“Would you like an espresso? You seem like you could use one.”

“No,” she bit out.

“Don’t be irrational, Savannah. You need to put something in your stomach.” I looked over my shoulder at her and loved the wild strands of strawberry hair that were hanging around her face. “And not just my cock’s contribution, although I’d be more than happy to give you another meal right now if you like.”

She shook her head as she rolled her eyes and smoothed down the front of her suit. She looked beautiful and sophisticated, with a hint of a storm and an untamed sexual appetite that I was dying to discipline.

“There are no guarantees I’ll be able to keep it down,” she admitted. I had a feeling she was pretty out of it. She was slow and inaccurate with the knee and didn’t even respond to me grabbing her.

“Fair enough. I do know what you need.”

“Oh, this ought to be good,” she said, and my palm tingled as I envisioned placing her over my lap for the sass.

“You need grease in your stomach to sop up the alcohol. I’m assuming you haven’t eaten anything?”