Not. Happening.
She’d rather take her chances on the street than end up under this man. No, boy. Linc was a man. Tiger was a spoiled little boy who didn’t like hearing the word ‘no.’
Actually, her telling him ‘no’ seemed to make him dig in his feet. It seemed to be some sort of challenge to him. A game. He couldn’t seem to comprehend that she didn’t actually want him.
Sure, under other circumstances, if he was a guy just walking down the street, she might have thought he was cute. But because she knew him, knew
what he was capable of . . .
He was ugly.
“I’ve been having to entertain myself until you got home.” It was then that he held up the thing in his hand. Too late, she realized what it was. Her heart beat sped up.
“That’s mine.”
Her precious eReader. The only thing that kept her sane. If she didn’t have her books, she didn’t know what she would do. The characters in those stories were her friends.
Her only friends. Her only escape.
“Give it back.”
“Some very interesting stories in here. These are some very kinky desires that you’ve been hiding, Marisol. Tell me, does your aunt know about the stuff you read?”
Her entire body shook. She didn’t know if it was in reaction to his words or her blood sugar levels getting too low. A mix of both, she was betting.
He stood, moving with the elegance of a coiled snake waiting to pounce. She watched him, barely breathing. He grew closer and her fear grew. If he wanted to hurt her, he could. There was no one here to stop him. She doubted her aunt would care and his father would probably cheer him on.
Now she was wishing that the sheriff had taken her to jail and locked her up. She’d take her chances with that soap shank.
“What was it you called me last time I saw you? Depraved?”
“You suggested I have a threesome with you and your dad!”
“You should have been flattered.” He started to circle around her and it was all she could do to stand there. To not follow him, not show how afraid she really was.
How terrified.
“F-flattered? He’s my aunt’s boyfriend!”
“So? She could have watched.”
“Eww.”
Too late, she realized she should have guarded her words better as he grabbed her wrist, dragging her towards him. He squeezed her wrist until she cried out in pain.
“You want to be very careful about the way you treat me, Marisol. You think you’re better than the whores who hang around me and my dad, trying to get their hands on our cocks? You’re not. And very soon, my old man and I are gonna be your family. Then I’m going to be in charge of you.”
She forced herself to stay still, hoping if she didn’t fight back that he’d release her. Eventually, he loosened his hold, shoving her hand away. She cradled her arm against her chest.
“I’m twenty-three, I don’t need anyone to take charge of me.”
“Actually, I think you need very close watching. I don’t think I’m going to let you out of my sight for a good long while. Or should that be, out of my bedroom.” He moved in front of her, running a finger along the base of her neck. “These books you read just gave me an insight into what you need, Marisol. You need someone strong to take charge of you. You’re looking for an alpha male, someone to dominate you, fuck you, punish you. I’m the man you need.”
Only if she was looking for an egotistical psychopathic creep.
Thankfully, she didn’t say that out loud. But something in her face must have clued him in. His face filled with anger again. She stepped back, staring at him fearfully. Just as he was reaching for her, a knock came on the door.
“What?” Tiger snapped, still glaring at her.