Oh man, this was bad. I glanced about the closet for a weapon, but the only thing inside the closet, besides the clothes, the boxes, and the shoes, was Vice.
“Take it easy,” he said. His feet were shoulder-width apart, leading foot slightly bent at the knee. A beast ready to pounce. His black-pant-clad legs were long, his nude torso was rock solid, his shoulders were wide, and his shoulder-length blond mane was covered in white shampoo. The metal hangers rustled when he took a pair of jeans, ripped the tag with his teeth, and handed them to me.
I didn’t take the jeans.
Vice’s hard jaw tightened, but he flexed his chest muscles as my gaze roamed over his body. He smiled, showing perfect white canines. “What do you think, not bad for a mate, hm?”
“I wasn’t checking you out,” I lied.
“Mm-hm.”
“I’m not mated,” I said, slow and clear. “Never have been, never will be. You’re delusional.” In my opinion, if we never had sex, we weren’t mated.
He crossed his arms over his chest and widened his stance. “I will mate you soon. And when I mate you, I will put babies inside you so that you’ll think twice before stunt-diving off the fucking rooftops.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Good luck with that.”
Vice crouched to my eye level, determined to drill his point into my head. “I need you to understand my intentions. This is your last run. I’m taking you home for my safety and yours. You’re coming with me, and I won’t hurt you unless I have to.” He pronounced the latter carefully.
“I’m your mate. You can’t hurt me.”
Vice leaned in, his eyes ablaze. “I’m a little edgy after watching you dive, and I will do what’s needed to bring you in. Anything at all. Don’t fucking try me.” He turned up his palm, offering his hand. I smacked it away.
“Come on, Dewlyn, get up and get dressed.” He looked at his watch. “We’re taking off in thirty.”
My mission to help paired women involved a lot of flying, diving, and other dangerous activities, something Vice would never approve of. Staying away from him was crucial to my very existence. He reminded me of things I could never have. If I couldn’t fly, I would die.
Heart rate picking up, I took his offered hand, and when he pulled me flush against his body, I unhooked a wire hanger and slashed across his shoulder.
I shoved him and used the momentum of his fall to push him farther away. He knocked down the left side of the closet, and men’s coats fell on top of him. I ran for the door and yanked the handle. It was locked. “Damn!” I fiddled with it and kicked the door. Oh God, I couldn’t get out!
Palms slapped above my head. A hot body pressed against me, warm breath blew over my neck, and soft lips touched my shoulder. Face against the cold door, I froze in place, trapped. At my ear, Vice said, “My mate is batting her pretty shaved pussy in my face. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how your legs parted when I came closer. I know you feel how I feel about that.” Vice’s cock pressed right above my ass. It was harder than the door against my breasts. “Put some clothes on,” he whispered.
I tried to bite his forearm.
His body pressed on mine harder, and my breath nearly arrested.
“Baby, you know what happens when we fight,” he said. “Go ahead and struggle. Do it.”
I whimpered, heart in my throat, and not from fear but from my body’s response to his warm breath on my ear, to his lips over my shoulder, to the warning bite he placed there, and to the giant manhood that wanted to push inside me.
Instead of pushing inside me, Vice pressed his forearm across the back of my neck.
I heeled his balls. He sidestepped, cursed, and slapped his palm on the back of my thigh.
He lifted, and my legs spread.
He unzipped his pants.
I put my hands up. “I’ll get dressed!”
My jaw in his hand, he turned up my face. His eyes, a pale pink, gleamed hard as he swiped a thumb over my lips, then dipped his head. His lips, inches from mine; our breaths tangled, his smooth and even, mine short and hitched. Blood oozed from the cut on his shoulder, but he didn’t bother wiping it. He tightened his fingers on my jaw as his hand glided from my thigh to my ass.
“I’ll get dressed,” I repeated.
He squeezed my ass and grunted, and his full lips brushed my pinched ones. “We have proven methods to tame some of the wild bitches who refuse matings or just like it a bit on the rough side. It’s a weeklong training, but it works. Don’t worry, I’m gonna be as rough as you want it, so by the end of this week, I’ll have you on your back. Too tired of fighting and fucking, the only thing you’ll be able to do is spread your legs and let me eat your pussy. You’ll say, ‘Please, my Lord Almighty Vice, make my pussy purr.’”