Chapter 162: Thanks for the extra pictures

Malachi

The guy who stepped out from the side of her house was a skinny dude in a gray hoodie with a camera hanging off his neck.

Marty.

I had paid him eight hundred bucks to sit in the hedges around Ivy’s house since midnight.

Judging by the grin on his face, he thought he had earned every cent and well, he probably had.

He must have gotten the whole thing. Little Ivy on her toes, hands trembling against my chest, lips pressed to mine like I was the last thing on earth she wanted.

Perfect. That’s what I came for.

Mission fucking accomplished.

So why did it feel like I swallowed glass?

I had a plan, and it was a good one. I was going to show up, make her sweat, let her throw herself at me, because let’s face it, she would, and give her a little taste of what it felt like to get played.

An eye for an eye.

She had gone on TV, running her mouth, calling my brother a stalker in front of the whole damn city with her pretty pink lipstick. Roman, who had cried like a kid in my bedroom for two nights straight, who couldn’t even say her name without his voice breaking.

I was going to teach her a lesson. But I could still feel her lips pressed against mine even though right now she was shaking in horror and disbelief.

My cheek still stung where she’d slapped me. I wanted her to do it again, then I would pin her against the wall and make her scream my name until the neighbors called the cops.

She looked so fucking sexy standing there. Shivering, her small dainty feet shuffling against the driveway, while all shenhad on was that scrap of silk.

My cock was so hard it hurt like hell. I was out of my mind wanting her. All the color drained out of her face when Marty hopped out.

"You," She stumbled backward, tripping over her bare feet. "You did this on purpose. You...you set me up."

"Yeah, kitten." I took a drag and let the smoke curl out of my mouth, watching it hit her face.

"Took you long enough. Now, Where are you running to?"

I called, as she turned toward the porch. "Huh? Couple of seconds ago you were begging me to kiss you. Kai, please," I mimicked her high and breathy voice. "Damn. Where’d all that go?"

She whirled around. Her face was blotchy and wet, and she had never looked more beautiful.

"You asshole!" she shrieked. "You complete, disgusting asshole! I trusted you!"

"Didn’t ask you to."

"I missed you!"

The words hit me square in the chest, and I ignored them. I flicked the cigarette into the grass, putting it out. "Imagine how excited the whole world will be to find out that Harper Kingsley, daddy’s perfect little heiress, is her father’s enemy’s plaything. I Think it will make the front page of every news outlet."

She made a horrified sound like I had stabbed her. Then she rushed forward, shoving at my chest with both hands, hard enough to rock me back a step.

"Get off my property! I hate you! I hate you!"

She spun and ran for the porch. And I let her go, for about three seconds.

Then I strolled lazily after her, with my hands in my pockets. She hit the first step and glanced over her shoulder, and her face went white all over again when she saw me coming.

"What’s the matter?" I cooked. "Thought you wanted it so bad? You came running out here barefoot in your little nightie, practically begging me to fuck you."

"Shut up!"

"Is that why you did it? Does it get you off, being chased? Oh yeah, I forgot, you like being told what to do."

"I said shut up!"

She tried to bolt up the rest of the steps. I caught her around the waist in two quick strides and yanked her back against me.

God, she was so soft. She smelled so fucking good. I spent weeks telling myself I had forgotten her scent and look at me preening like fucking teenager.

"Uhhh sir?" Marty called several yards behind us and I shot him the middle finger, before my hand slid up over her ribs and closed around her breast.

They were so warm and full through the thin silk, her nipple already tight against my palm. She gasped, and the sound went straight to my cock.

"What do you say?" I growled into her ear. I hated how rough and needy my voice came out. "You love the cameras so much. How about I fuck you right here in your driveway? Let my buddy over there take some pictures. Hm?"

"Let me go!" She twisted, kicking at my shins with her bare heels, which did absolutely nothing. "You think I’m some kind of whore you can just...just use for your amusement?"

"Yes,"

"Fuck you, Kai! Fuck you and your stupid, arrogant, selfish..."

She kept going. A whole spitfire rant, hissing and spitting and cursing me up and down, every insult I’d ever heard and a few I hadn’t, and fuck, I missed this.

I missed that start little mouth. The little vein in her temple that throbbed when she was furious.

The way her chest heaved against my arm.

My fingers itched to fist in her hair, to pull her head back and shut her up the way I wanted to.

But I stopped.

Her scalp was probably still sore from the way that shithead had ripped her across a plaza by those curls three days ago.

So instead, I let go of her breast, slid my hand up her throat, and gripped her neck.. Her pulse hammered under my thumb and she went silent. Her amber eyes locked on mine, furious, terrified and hungry.

Her lips were parted, tits heaving and with a deep surrendering groan, I crushed my mouth over hers.