Page 39 of Innocent Salvation

“Wanna tap out, big boy?”

“Snow, you beating my man up again?”

She looked up into the smiling face of Aoife, Bein’s soon to be wife and her friend. “He deserves it.”

Snow jumped up and as she did saw Sebastian watching her from the side of the room, an intent, purposeful look on his face. Snow cursed her traitorous heart and body as it reacted to the annoying, stubborn, handsome, sexy asshole.

Bein went to greet his lover and Snow began pulling the small sparring gloves from her hands. A looming dominance fell over her and she ignored it, willing her body not to react.

“A word.”

Before she could respond, Sebastian had her by the arm and was practically dragging her from the gym and down the hallway.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Stop talking, Snow.”

His voice was a low growl that set her body on fire, but she wisely did as he said, not wishing to start a fight in the middle of the corridor with all the eyes on them.

When he got to his rooms, he kept going until he was outside her door. “Open the door.”

Snow did as he said, ready to give this alpha asshole a piece of her mind the second they got inside. He’d crossed the line now and he was going to have it with both barrels.

Chapter 16

Seeing red had never made any sense to him until he’d seen Snow rolling on the floor with Bein after he’d punched her in the arm. The rational side of his brain knew he was being completely ridiculous. She was a grown woman who could clearly handle herself. So much so that watching her train the last four days of his stay had become a compulsion and a torture.

To say Snow was sexy as fuck when she was all badass and dangerous was an understatement. She was like walking dynamite and if the amount of times he’d had to walk away to relieve the ache in his dick by jerking off like a teenage boy was an indication, he was clearly fucked.

Slamming the door to her apartment closed, he didn’t take the time to look around, his eyes had one focus and that was the sexy minx in front of him. Her chest heaved with anger, her cheeks pink and eyes flushed as she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. His cock was so hard now it felt like it might split his jeans in two.

He prowled toward her, his lips fighting a smirk when she faced him, not moving an inch to back down from his furious glare. She was a feisty little package of contradictions, and he couldn’t get her out of his head. Her little speech the other day had made complete sense. She was right, they had Fleur to think of, a child who needed and loved them both and one he knew Snow adored. Her attention to the child hadn’t wavered in the slightest since being back amongst her friends and doing her day job—whatever the hell that included.

“I don’t know what your game is, Snow, but teasing me by rolling around with other men won’t work.” Lies, such lies he was spouting.

Snow frowned. “Did you get dropped on your head as a baby? Because let me tell you, nothing I do is about you.”

That stung more than he liked to admit. At least it would have if he didn’t know she was lying. He could see the outline of her hard nipples through the tight sports bra type top she wore with her tiny shorts. His mouth salivated with the desperate need to flick his tongue over one of those tight buds and make her squirm.

“Liar.”

Before she could respond, he had her pinned against the wall, her body held by his as he wedged his knee between her legs, one hand pinning her wrists to the wall behind her. The heat of her pussy against his leg made him groan before he dropped his head and kissed her. Her mouth dropped open in surprise and Sebastian took full advantage, spearing his tongue into her mouth and tasting her desire. Snow kissed him back with none of the hesitancy he might have expected. No, this woman was passion personified and could give as good as she got.

The little moans she made only fuelled the dark desire in his body, which had won the hard-fought battle for control. “Fuck, I need to fuck you, baby.”

Her body writhed against his leg with abandon as if they’d both let the leash off their desire and now it had taken on a life of its own.

Snow tore her mouth away and Sebastian begged to a God he no longer believed in that she wasn’t about to put the brakes on this.

“I want to feel you inside me, Seb.”

“Thank fuck.”

Lifting her so her legs wound around his hips, he stumbled to the couch, not having the capacity to make it to the bed only a few more feet away. His lips found hers as they tore at clothes, the sound of buttons hitting the floor melding with the sound of fabric ripping.

Her hand reached for his cock as he lay her back on the couch so he could take in the beauty of her perfect body. No, not perfect in the normal sense. A huge, puckered scar on her abdomen caught his eyes and he reached to touch it before she tried to cover it.

“Does it hurt?” A swell of tenderness and protectiveness for her was almost overwhelming as he brushed her fingers aside and tenderly leaned in to kiss the healed skin.