If she thinks she’s getting anywhere running out on me, she’s sorely mistaken. The cabin is in the middle of nowhere, no stores, no other houses for miles, no highway, nothing.
Her feet kick at me, catching me in the ribs, forcing my hand off her foot. I go to grab her again, but she’s already crawled her way to the front door. She’s still on the ground and hasn’t gotten up yet. She pushes up on her hands, and my fingers circle her throat, making her gasp. I push her back, slamming her body on the floor before covering it with mine.
Maintaining my hold on her throat, I squeeze as I peer into her warm eyes. “Unless you know how to hot-wire a car, you’d die of hunger before anyone saves you.”
Her body relaxes as her shoulders slump. I’m a little taken aback at my disappointment that her fight ended so quickly. Something about the struggle stirs something in me. Regret, longing, compassion, all things that I thought were dead are now lurking at the surface because of this girl who stares at me like I’m dirt under her shoe.
I drape myself over her and cage her body underneath mine. Her eyes go wide. I’m sure she can sense my hardening cock digging into her flesh.
Her shallow breaths mesmerize me, and her large tits trap my gaze as they move up and down. Her eyes darken and form slits, her gaze a mix of disgust and fear.
My grip on her neck tightens, but she still manages to speak. “What are you gonna to do to me?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” My response is honest, even if it’s not definite.
“Just kill me. Kill me and put me out of my misery.”
My fingers fall from her neck as her words twist at my gut. The idea of her and death bothers me, and I don’t know why. In reality, she’s the daughter of the woman that single-handedly ruined my life. Bella’s blood runs in her veins, the blood of a monster, a demoness, the woman I relished killing in the most brutal way. I should want Anissa dead and buried beside Bella, but something in me can’t bear the idea.
“No.”
“You don’t want to fuck me, and you don’t want to kill me. What do you want? To keep me as a servant to polish your floors and cook your meals?”
“Who said I didn’t want to fuck you? I know you feel my cock pressed against you, and you might be naïve about the world, but I seriously doubt you’re stupid.”
“Fat chance I’d fuck you willingly.”
I laugh, a genuine laugh, something I’ve never done with anyone other than my brother and a few close friends. “I doubt that, Slugger. I seriously doubt that.”
“You’re awfully cocky.”
I lift an eyebrow, giving her a moment to evaluate her choice of words. She catches on quickly, her face slowly turning the cutest shade of red before she covers it with her hands and groans.
My eyes take in the blood splattered on her face, clothes, and matted hair. How exhausted she appears. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“No.”
I sigh, frustrated but also amused that she isn't crumbling. “Have it your way.”
I move off her, hesitating for a moment before I lift her like a sack of potatoes and throw her over my shoulders. Touching another person is a foreign concept to me. Usually, touching me is enough to get your hands chopped off. But holding Anissa in my arms doesn’t cause me to hyperventilate or want to rip my skin off in pure disgust. With her, it’s different. The rage and disdain that usually grip me in terror when a woman touches me are absent, and being surrounded by her soft curves is calming and tempting.
She punches my back. “Put me down.”
“You had your chance.” I take the stairs two at a time until we’re standing in front of the bathroom. I splay my hand on her ass, holding her in place as I open the bathroom door. Placing her on the granite countertop, I walk over to the bathtub.
“What are we doing here?”
“You wanna stay caked in blood?”
She shakes her head.
“Then keep your mouth shut, and let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I can clean myself.”
“I’m well aware, Slugger.”
“You can go off on your merry way.”
“Nah,” I chuckle. “You’re gonna shut your mouth and take off your clothes.”
“I’d-I’d be naked.”
“Yes, that’s usually how it works.”
Her forehead wrinkles as she frowns. “You’d see me naked.”
“Nothin’ I’ve never seen before. You don’t think there’s some divine revelation with your naked flesh compared to other women, do you? Once you’ve seen one pair of tits, you’ve seen them all.”
She crosses her arms, lifting her chest and making me want to take back every word I just said. Her tits are a divine revelation. Jesus, they might be the only revelation.