Page 97 of Disobedient Pawn

“I heard you, remember?” He whispered low, and a spark of desire churning in my gut turned my blood into scalding lava. It was too hot, and my hands curled into fists as I forced myself not to react. “I felt you wiggle under my touch. I know you wanted me to slip my fingers inside and make you come on my lap just like that with your ass in the air. You’re not such a good girl under this perfect persona, are you, Princess?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t want you to touch me.”

“Keep lying to yourself, Princess, but I know better, and one day I will break your resistance. I always keep my promises, and I did promise to fuck you, didn’t I?”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree, because that’s never happening,” I said. His lips touched my ear and my knees shook.

“Liar,” he whispered, he slowly pushed his body away from mine.

Disappointment washed through me, which was insane. The corner of Nash’s lip pulled up like he was snarling.

“I’ll ask you one last time, Princess. Who are you really?”

He released my throat, only to trace a line down my side until his hand rested on my hip. Just like the other times he’d touched me it felt like his hand was searing me through my clothing.

“I already told you.”

No one had ever touched me as intimately as Nash. He acted like he had the right, and it pissed me off, but under the anger was the weight of his words. I hadn’t completely hated him spanking me. Disgusted with myself, I tried to brush his hand off, but it had the opposite effect, and he tightened his hold.

“Can we go now?”

I pushed at him again, and he gripped my other hip so I was more trapped than I was a moment before.

“Keep struggling and see what happens, Princess,” Nash said. His eyes grew darker and unbelievably sexy with his thick lashes. “You have an affect on me.” He glanced down and even though I ordered myself not to look my eyes didn’t behave. Sure enough the dress pants were tented with an obvious hard-on and I swallowed the lump in my throat. “On second thought, you should struggle, I could use the fun.”

I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Whatever.” Sighing, I held perfectly still. I didn’t doubt him or what he threatened and I was stuck until he opened the stupid door and gave a little shrug. “I don’t know what you want me to say Nash. Also, we both know that whatever was going on between you and your father was no meeting,” I said, changing topics from the sexually charged one.

Nash’s hands tightened a little more on my hips as his eyes searched my face like he was scanning me.

“If you think you know so much, and what you say is true, then why interfere? We’re not exactly friends.”

“Because I got the feeling you may need me to.” His eyes narrowed into such thin slits that I couldn’t see the blue. “And I don’t like bullies.”

My eyebrow raised as I pointedly looked at his hands digging into my hips, and to my surprise, his grip loosened.

“Look, I don’t need to be anyone special to know that your father is a grade-A asshole. So be angry at me if you want, but I would’ve done the same for anyone else. It’s a character flaw of mine,” I said.

Nash let go and pushed himself away from me, but I could still feel the impression of his fingers and knew that I would for a very long time.

“That is a very dangerous character flaw, Princess. Doing shit like that will only get you killed, and I don’t need you saving me. Understand?”

“A simple thank you would’ve sufficed,” I said, tempted to smack him. My hand twitched with the thought, and I shivered, wondering what would happen if I did.

We felt like competing planets or the sun and moon trying to occupy the same space. As long as we followed our orbital track, all was fine, but the moment we were set on a collision course, bad things were bound to happen.

“I have nothing to thank you for. Thanks to you, it will only be worse when everyone is gone and no one is here to save me but me.”

My arms fell to my side, my mind trying to picture what he meant.

“Just because you want to be the hero doesn’t always make you the hero in the story, Princess.” Our eyes remained locked as he reached out and opened the door. He stepped out into the hall and then looked at me. “Are you coming, or do you plan on wandering the halls for the rest of the night?”

Nibbling on my lip with the sudden stupid worry about what Lawrence would do to Nash later, I stepped out to join him. Nash didn’t say anything else, but there was a change in him for the rest of the night. The glimpse of the decent and funny guy that lived under the asshole exterior was completely gone. With one short meeting, his father had wiped it away.

It was as if he’d shed that persona and slipped into a suit of armor, and that worried me more than anything else. Could two vastly different people live in the same skin without one being swallowed by the other? And if that happened, I had a feeling I knew which personality would prevail.

DECEMBER 2 – FRIDAY 9:38 PM