Page 70 of Knight’s Dominion

Resisting was the right thing to do. Still it took every bit of self-control not to peel off her clothes and get back into bed with him. “No.”

His gaze darkened. “Get back in bed, Grace."

She took another step back. “Not happening.” She motioned to the bed and his delicious nakedness. “I know this will be hard for you to understand, but fighting and fucking isn’t the only thing I do. I also have a job. You know, so I can eat.”

His gaze went dark and menacing. “You don’t need to earn money. Not anymore. I’ll give you all the money you need, give you whatever you want.”

Anger shot through her, hard and fast. “I don’t want your money. What we agreed to, what we have, essentially boils down to fuck buddies. I’m not the little woman, Chaos. I don’t need or want you to take care of me. I make my own money, have my own place, fight my own battles. The only difference between our relationship now and twenty-four hours ago, is that from time to time, we’ll fuck. That’s it.”

His expression went from soft and sexy to hard and pissed off. “That's not what we agreed to.”

"You promised me you wouldn’t ask for more.”

“And I haven’t. I offered more.” His voice was so low, he sounded more animal than man, and frankly, kind of terrifying.

“Well, I don’t want it.”

He flicked the sheet back all the way and climbed out of bed. Her pussy clenched. He stood in front of her, muscles straining, abs tight, all solid, barely restrained power. His hand was still on his heavy cock and he stroked it slowly, gaze fixed on her. “You want me, Grace. You want me inside you again. You can’t hide it from me.”

She did, and that was the problem. Her body wanted to obey him, more than willing to overlook the risks. Her body wanted to follow his harsh, low commands and didn't get why her brain was trying to convince it to behave differently.

Which was her cue to get the hell gone.

“I guess I’ll be in touch.” Then she turned to leave.

“Let me get dressed and I'll go with you." He moved to his drawers and yanked one open, scowling at her when he saw what a mess she'd made of his clothes.

"That won't be necessary. I’ll call a cab."

He crossed his arms over his massive chest, giving her another display of flexing, rippling muscle. “I had your car brought here.”

“Why?”

His body relaxed and he shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Yeah, that just pissed her off more. "What the hell are you grinning about?"

"Irritability. It's another side effect of my blood."

Was he serious? "Go to Hell."

"Not a great idea."

“Why?”

"I'll die."

That sucked the wind out of her. "Right, well, I'd forgotten that."

"I hadn't."

He was still grinning like he was loving every damn minute of this. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

Looking so damn sexy. Being all happy and weird and confusing. “Being annoying!”

He laughed, and dammit, that just made him hotter. She clenched her thighs together. “Bye.”