Chapter Fourteen

"Come here, little brat."

He slid a little lower on the couch, his head against the black leather, his chin tilted up, his charcoal eyes giving me a raw perusal.

I couldn't stop my legs as they moved closer to hum. He pulled me on his lap, and the next thing I knew, I was straddling him, my dress pushed up as his stance widened under me.

His hands latched around Nathan's jacket as he peeled it off my body angrily and threw it across the hall. His eyes darkened with something... No, it couldn't be jealousy. If I knew my husband at all, it was possessiveness.

"I know you like Nathan because he doesn't despise your despicable ways of getting rich. But you're mine, Lily. Gold digger or otherwise." He growled the words against my neck, biting the sensitive skin there, lightly. His hands were vise around my waist, pulling me strongly on his lap.

I could read it in his actions, words and the look in his eyes. My husband was aroused. And in that position I could also feel him, hard and hot a