Page 11 of Breaking Rosalind

“This was your big chance to prove you could measure up to Leroi, and what do you do?” She snickers, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “Order me on my knees to suck your cock.”

I flash my teeth. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing if you’re a little boy playing in his daddy’s office.” Her gaze wanders around the room, taking in the leather furniture and looking anywhere but at me.

My annoyance quickly simmers into the beginnings of rage. Women don’t laugh at me, they kneel and crawl and obey.

My heart pounds so hard that its echoes reach my eardrums. This annoying cunt is about to give me pulsatile tinnitus. Before I know it, my hands are around her throat, and I’m pinning her to the desk.

“What did you say?” I snarl through clenched teeth.

Her eyes glaze, and her back arches off its leather surface. “Oooh,” she says, her voice breathy, and she runs her fingers over the back of my hand. “Now, this is a promising start.”

I glare down at the crazy bitch. Why isn’t she scared? Hours ago, when I slammed Tania against the door, she clawed at my hand and cried, yet this woman beneath me doesn’t show the slightest bit of fear.

“You like that?” I say through clenched teeth.

She squeezes my hand, showing me to hold harder and cut off her air. “Hell yes.”

“Open your fucking legs,” I growl.

She parts her thighs.

“Wider.”

She obeys.

My cock stirs, and I reward her by tightening my grip around her throat. “Are you wet for me, baby?”

She laughs again. “You haven’t done anything to impress me yet.”

I curl my lip, wanting to hit her where it hurts. “You’re a fucking pain in the ass. It’s no wonder Leroi replaced you with someone better.”

When her eyes flash, and her amusement morphs into anger, I know I’ve dropped the right insult.

“Better?” she spits. “How about younger?”

“You afraid of getting old?” I ask, my voice mocking.

Her laugh sounds bitter. “Leroi takes up with a girl who doesn’t look old enough to drink alcohol and that’s all you can think to say?”

It takes every effort not to flinch at the affront to the family honor. She doesn’t get to slander Leroi just because she got dumped. Leroi doesn’t deserve to be disparaged. Bullshit like that can ruin a man’s life.

Jaw clenching, I lean close to her face and snarl, “My cousin doesn’t fuck kids.”

Too many emotions flitter across her features for me to process. I’m no expert on the minds of women. The last one I got close to abandoned us at our lowest, so how the hell could I interpret their mannerisms?

I should end this now. Cut my losses before she ruins my night. Grab this annoying cunt by the hair and throw her back inside the club. Better still, toss her into the alleyway with my foot in her ass and make sure she never returns.

Her fingers slide down to my erection, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“How about you stop fixating on Leroi and show me what you’ve got?” she says.

My eyes narrow. I can’t resist a challenge. Especially not one where I can put her in her place.

“With pleasure,” I reply with a sneer.

She gives me a sharp nod. “Make me scream your name.”