Sassy Ever After: Bonnie Sass (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free PDF

“You can’t be back here. Dammit, Calum, you can’t just go wherever you want whenever you want.”
    Like he couldn’t just duck out on her in London on ‘pack business’ with not so much as a goodbye or refuse to comment on her in the press when they asked if he was still a bachelor. Like he was ashamed of her.
    Angie had shown Calum he couldn’t treat her like that and expect her to still be waiting in his loft when he deigned to return. She’d shown him by not being there, by following the urging of her friends that she kick him to the curb before he made a media splash of doing it to her.
    Calum was walking toward her now in the kitchen, like he didn’t have the sense to know she wanted to scratch his eyes out. “Aye, then you’d better do something about that, hadn’t you, lass? Scold me? Throw me out of the kitchen or even the hotel?”
    “You stay away from me, Calum Ferguson, or I will, so help me God, slap at least half a brain of sense into you.” He kept coming toward her. “I mean it, fur ball, I don’t have the patience left to keep from—.”
    But then he was right there upon her, looming over her, pressing his body in his expensive black suit against her.
    “Do it, Angharod,” he told her forcefully, a combination of an order and a dare, as he gathered her roughly and panting into his arms. “Slap me. Scream at me. Get it out of your system. I’m strong enough to take it, and I probably deserve it.”
    Angie suddenly felt as if she was in a sauna, like the air was thick with the heat of need. Even the glacial air conditioning being pumped into the kitchen to keep staff cool couldn’t stand up to the furious warmth Angie and Calum generated whenever they got near one another.
    “You’re insane,” she panted against Calum’s neck as she tried to twist her face away from his. From those eyes and those lips. Then, involuntarily, she moaned as one of his hands slid up to free her hair and the other took hold of her ass to knead and search her flesh hungrily.
    “Scream at me, Angharod, or scream for me,” he growled into her ear. “Your choice.”
    “You are insane. Everyone in the kitchen will hear us.”
    His low rumble of a chuckle, deep in his chest, wolfish, was not a good thing. “Then that’s going to make this quite the challenge for you, lass.”
    This? Angie didn’t have the chance to ask before Calum had her pushed up against the wall with her suit jacket pulled halfway down her arms, tangling her, and her skirt pulled up to her waist. The alpha kissed and nipped and growled his way down Angie’s body, leaving a trailing of tingling warmth.
    “You still wear stockings and garters for me,” he groaned as he crouched before her and laid a hot kiss on her inner thigh just above one stocking. His cheek, rough with the stubble of a long day, brushed her pussy through her panties. Angie bit her lip and held her breath to keep from moaning.
    Finally, her breath burst out of her. “It’s not for you, Calum. You can’t keep acting like everything is for you.”
    “ You are for me,” the shifter told her in a voice that was deep and gruff and insistent. “You’re my mate.”
    Angie shook her head no, mostly at Calum’s words but also at the swell of temptation she was feeling to give in to how much she wanted him. How much she’d always wanted him.
    “Would it really be so bad to admit you belong with me, lass?” Calum asked, more softly but more ominously this time. His breath steamed hot against her mons through her thin underwear.
    The woman shook her head again, more violently. “I don’t believe in fairy tales. The common American girl doesn’t marry the handsome lord and live happily ever after. As soon as the press and your friends start asking about the chubby girl in the tabloid photos, you deny I even exist.”
    Angie was squirming as Calum breathed hot and heavy against the juncture of her thighs. Now he pushed her legs wide apart to slide between them and