“Fuck off, Worth. I don’t care.”
He moves toward me, and I can feel the heat radiating off him.
My breath stutters when he slides his hand up my nape and grabs hold of my hair in a fist.
His voice drops to a whisper, right against my ear. “Then what’s this attitude about, Mya?”
37
WORTH
Sometimes a woman just needs to be grabbed by the throat, spun around, bent over, and punished for being afucking brat.
And right now, I’m a millisecond away from shoving Mya’s face into my desk and penetrating her so deeply, she’ll have to admit that she’s jealous.
Her sharp tongue and that unwarranted attitude need to be dealt with.
I spin her around and press her onto the table, my body crowding hers until her palms grab onto the polished wood. My cock grinds against the curve of her ass, and she lets out a soft, helpless moan that goes straight to my core.
Then awareness flashes across her face as she remembers the glass walls. “Worth,” she hisses. “The blinds are open.”
I turn to see Shaina still standing there, her mouth agape as she watches us.
“Good,” I murmur against Mya’s ear, my voice low and rough. She squirms, testing my hold.
“I want everyone to see who you belong to, Mya. Let them remove any doubt that I have eyes on anyone butyou.”
She writhes beneath me, her voice trembling. “I told you, I don’t belong to anyone,” she spits, fighting for composure more than freedom.
“I beg to fucking differ,wife,” I growl. “You became mine the moment you signed those papers and changed your name.”
“It’s only temporary. Just for now,” Mya snaps back.
“Just for now,” I echo darkly, my grip tightening on her hip, “is stillnow. Until we go our separate ways, you’re my wife, Mya, and you’re going to start acting like it.”
“No.”
My pulse spikes. The sound of that word cuts through me like a dare. My hand flexes against her hip, the muscle in my jaw ticking as I lean closer until my breath fans her neck.
“No? You really want to test me right now?”
Movement beyond the glass catches my eye. A few people have stopped to gawk, Dre among them, wide-eyed and horrified as she frantically waves everyone away from the corridor.
I release my hold on Mya’s neck, sliding my palm down her spine, tracing the soft curve of her dress until I reach the hem. I lift the fabric just enough to expose one perfect cheek hidden from view.
Mya gasps, her body going still beneath my touch.
My hand roams her thigh, savoring the tremor that runs through her before I bring my palm down in a controlled slap against her ass. The sound cracks through the office, echoing off the glass walls like a warning shot.
“One,” I count.
Her eyes snap up. “One?”
I tilt my head, a smirk tugging at my mouth. “You think I’ve forgotten how many times you’ve given me attitude? A slap for every bratty comment you’ve made.”
“Worth,” she breathes. “We can’t do this here.”
“I can do whatever I want,” I murmur, pressing closer until she can feel the weight of my control in every word. “My company. My building. My office.”