HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 69

Meadow’s POV:

I regretted those words the moment they were out of my mouth but I couldn’t take them back. And frankly, I didn’t want to.

At least I was getting an expression other than cold indifference from Alaric.

His nostrils flared, eyes narrowing to slits. “I know what you’re trying to do, Meadow. Stop it, or I’ll make you regret it.”

My heart stuttered at the look in his eyes–raw and almost primal. Heated.

He was getting turned on.

I swallowed as my eyes dropped to his sweatpants, where he was already sporting a hard bulge. I took a step closer to him, hooking my fore fingers into the waistband as I stood on the tips of my toes. My fingers grazed the skin of his abdomen, but barely. He tensed.

“Is that a threat?” I asked, staring straight at his mouth.

His breath came out in quick bursts as his eyes dropped to my mouth. I could see the confliction in his eyes. The anger, lust… shame.

“Come on, Alaric,” I whispered, my voice trembling, half with fear, the other half with need. “Let me clean your wounds and we can talk. Let me in. Please.”

His walls cracked. In one swift motion, he crashed his mouth onto mine, hard and punishing. I gasped as his hand fisted my hair tightly, and he took that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth to claim me.

I clung to his arms, letting him walk us backward, his hands roaming underneath the shirt I was wearing.

My back landed softly against the wall and Alaric’s hand moved down to my bare ass, squeezing for a second before delivering a sharp slap to it.

“No underwear?” I couldn’t read his tone.

“Didn’t have the chance to put one on because I was too focused on trying to follow the noises I was hearing.”

Alaric tore his mouth from mine, and his eyes grew hard as his hand reached for the back of my neck, gripping it firmly. And then he… sneered at me.

“I knew you wanted something,” he said coldly. “You’re always so willing to open your legs whenever you want something for me.”

My heart fell into my stomach. Gone was the heated look I saw in his eyes. Now all I saw was indifference. Coldness.

He smirked darkly, leaning in until I felt his mouth graze my ear. “You know what I call women like you?”

My lips quivered. When I didn’t answer, Alaric applied a little more pressure to my neck. “Answer me, Meadow.”

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head.

“Sluts.”

Bile rose up my throat. Alaric had called me a slut before, but not like this.

Not… literally.

Now it sounded like he meant it as an insult.

I whimpered.

“What do you want this time?” he continued, pulling back to look at me with narrowed eyes. “Your sister?” He scoffed. “You’re going to have to give me a lot more than a mediocre blowjob if you want that to happen.”

A gasp tore from my throat and I pushed at his chest. “That is low, Alaric,” I gritted out. My vision blurred and I tried to push him away again, but my efforts were futile. “That is fucking low.”

“You know what’s low, Meadow?” Alaric asked smoothly, tilting his head. “Taking a load of shit from a sister who clearly hates you, and still loving her despite it. Still fucking caring about her when you know she’s not healthy for you. That is fucking low.”

My chin trembled and I raised my hand to slap him. I didn’t feel sorry even as his head snapped to the side. “And you’re the sudden expert on family?” I pushed at his chest again to no avail. “You know nothing about the relationship I have with my sister.”

I didn’t recognize the man standing in front of me. This cold, extremely cruel, indifferent man.

Maybe this was what Nolan had been referring to.

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