Page 58 of Heartless Sinner

I snorted and tried to sidestep him.

He grabbed Cory’s jacket and tugged me toward him. Before I could pull it closed, he stripped it off me and tossed it over his shoulders.

“Much better.” He took his sweet-ass time inspecting what he’d uncovered before letting out a low whistle.

I crossed my arms, hiding myself the best I could. “Are you done tormenting me now?”

“Not even close.” His mouth kicked into a satisfied smirk. “Now, time for bed.”

“You’re not sleeping here.”

He ignored me and headed for my bed. “You don’t make the rules.”

“It’s my bedroom.”

“And?”

Fine. If he wanted to be difficult, so could I.

I grabbed a pillow and blanket, marched them into the bathroom, and dumped both on the floor.

“There’s your bed.” I kicked the pillow. “I hope it’s as uncomfortable as you make my life.”

I barely made it one step before Brooks came after me and backed me against the marble vanity. The cold edge dug into my back.

“You just made yourself a bed,” he murmured, his fingertips skimming the curve of my breast. “Should’ve saved that energy for me.”

“You—”

He pressed a finger to my lips. “I’m sleeping in your bed, Princess.” He slid his palm over my nipple. “Tonight, I’ll refer to it as our bed.”

I needed to shove his hand away, but instead, I stupidly leaned closer.

“I could call security,” I managed to say. “They’d be here in a second to kick your ass out.”

“Do it then.” He fully cupped my breast.

A violent shiver raced through me, ruining every ounce of credibility behind my threat.

He pinched my nipple once, then backed away and returned to my bedroom.

I grabbed a towel off its hook, wrapped it around myself, and stormed after him. I made it three steps before stopping dead at the sight of Brooks shoving his pants down his legs. They pooled around his ankles before he kicked them aside.

My mouth went dry.

His shirt hit the floor next.

“You’re not sleeping in here n-naked.”

“I’m not naked.” He hooked a thumb beneath the band of his briefs and snapped it against his waist.

“Fine, you’re not sleeping in here in briefs.”

I stomped to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. I grabbed my pajamas, dropped the towel, and pulled them on as fast as possible before finding a tank and shorts for him.

I tossed both at his chest.

He didn’t bother catching them. They landed at his feet.