It wasn’t a crush. It sure as hell wasn’t love. It was a volatile cocktail of anger and lust. A battle of wills and a struggle of desires…to decide who’ll be on top.
Baby didn’t know it yet, but she’d picked the wrong man and the wrong battle.
I mean to take control of the company and I’m not going to let her stop me. Even if I can’t stop thinking about her wide eyes, honeyed lips and divine curves.
She thinks she can control the company, but she can’t even control herself around me. She says she hates me, but I know she wants me. And that’s all I need to take her and the company both.
I’ll slip my hands down her back and claim her hips, pulling her tight against my weapon. But I’m not going to give it to her that easy.
I’ll teach her that I’m the one on top and she’ll have to beg me to take her.
And when she belongs to me in the bedroom, I’ll take the company next.