“I won’t live here with you. At least not willingly.” I sass, reaching for the door handle and once again Luke pins me with a dark stare. Luke and I are fire and ice, oil and water. We shouldn’t be together. “You’re just going to keep me prisoner here,” I grumble.
“I don’t mean for you to be my prisoner.”
I roll my eyes. “As if. You’re stopping me from leaving, you refuse to talk to me about anything, you decide everything without asking me for my thoughts. You are a liar.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I will prove to you that I am doing this for us.”
“Us?” I snort, unable to control my anger, I add, “Fuck you!”
“I’m not going to warn you anymore. If you keep talking back, I’ll take you across my knee and spank your ass until it’s cherry red.” A zing of pleasure shoots through my core at the thought. Damn him for putting such an erotic image in my mind.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I snarl, opening the door and stepping out.
“Maybe that’s the problem here. You don’t believe me enough to take anything I’m saying serious.”
“Oh, I believe things, like you’re insane to think that I’ll stay here with you after what you did to me. You might be able to pretend that you didn’t break my heart, and twist the betrayal knife deep inside my chest, but I can’t. I remember the pain like it was yesterday and I won’t, no, I refuse to forget.” My gaze pierces his and in a second, he’s out of the car and around it, standing right in front of me. His movements so fast that they leave me breathless. The look in his eyes has me taking a step back. He looks unhinged, crazy, and I’m half tempted to run into the woods just to get away from him.
Before I can even move, he has his hands on my hips, and I’m slung over his shoulder. Anger replaces the fear like ice cold water raining down on me and I start to pound on his back with my hands, even though hitting him feels like hitting a brick wall.
“I’m going to enjoy spanking you and then making you beg for my cock very much. I’ll make sure that pretty pink pussy of yours gets to come, but only if you’re a good girl.” Red hot need pulses between my thighs at his filthy words, but I push it away. Think with your head, girl, not your vagina!
“Put me down. I don’t want you to touch me,” I scream, continuing to slam my fists into his back. The sound of keys jingling fills my ears and then a door opens.
“You cannot do this. You can’t just keep me captive,” I growl, and once again I’m left with no response. Instead the sound of his heavy boots slamming against the wood floor pierces my ears. Doors open and close and the next second, I go from being slung over his shoulder to being dropped down on a mattress.
The air leaves my lungs in a swoosh and I clutch a hand to my chest, gazing up at the arrogant asshole that holds onto a sliver of my heart. I hate him and want him all at the same time and it’s doing horrible things to my brain, and my body.
He tosses his jacket into a chair in the corner of the room and starts unbuttoning his shirt. For a moment I just lie there staring up at him, and then as if the reality of my world comes crashing down on me, I scramble backward. But I don’t get far before Luke’s hand snakes out and grabs onto my ankle, pulling me back toward him. I kick at him, but he’s so much stronger than me that there isn’t any point in continuing to fight. I’m only wearing myself out.
“I think it’s time you see the man that I’ve become.” My body shivers from arousal or fear I’m not sure, but I don’t get a chance to respond because he flips me over onto my belly and yanks my yoga pants down my legs.
My shoes are removed next, and suddenly I’m left in nothing more than the T-shirt and panties he gave me and that’s not enough clothing. In fact, it’s way too little and I’m starting to forget what this argument was all about.
“Mmmm, so smooth.” He murmurs into my hair, his hand gripping on to one globe with a possessiveness that both terrifies and excites me.
“Doing this changes nothing. I don’t want you. I don’t want your hands on me, or your…” I can’t even bring myself to say the word.
“Cock… the word is cock, Grace. You don’t want my cock, where? Inside you? In your mouth, between your beautiful ass cheeks?” He oozes sex and confidence; my chest rises and falls rapidly at his questions.