A Deal with the Bossy Devil (Bad Billionaire Bosses, #1)

by Kyra Parsi

“You’re so fucking pretty it’s annoying,” he chided, his voice dropping to a low, molten gravel. “I hate how much I love looking at you. I hate it, Sanchez. And I can’t tell what I’m more angry about anymore, all the bullshit you put me through, or the fact that your lips are so fucking plump and pink.”

“Look at how pretty you are when you blush,” he murmured approvingly. “I never stood a fucking chance. It really is too bad that we don’t have any… chemistry.”

“The things I would do to those plush lips if you were attracted to me.” He was so, so close. Just a few more millimeters and… “You can’t even begin to imagine. I’d devour you, Sanchez.”

“I know,” I said. “I look great naked.” His glare was lethal. The silence even more so. We were locked in a staring contest now, neither of us willing to back down. And then he said, “Get on the bed.” It was an order. There was no question about it, no room for argument. Excitement shot up my torso. I leaned forward, my lips brushing his as I whispered my defiance. “Make. Me.” Time stood still for exactly one heartbeat. And then his hands were on me, and the world went up in flames.