“I’ll just muffle it.”
“If I hit you?”
“It’ll just piss me off and my actions will turn drastic. Highly not recommended.”
My shoes hit a rock and I yelp as I trip, but he grabs my elbow, keeping me upright.
“Stop acting like you don’t want it, Glyn. All the dramatics are starting to get on my last nerve.”
“Please,” I whisper.
“Begging holds the importance of a fly to me.”
“Then what is important to you?”
“Right now? You and your virgin cunt.”
I want to scream, both from frustration and anger, at my reaction to his words. How can I want someone I hate? Someone who, without any sliver of doubt, fucking scares me?
And deep down, I know he just won’t stop until he takes my virginity. It’s a conquest, and he’s a true predator.
One with no limits.
Taking a deep breath, I choose another approach. “What if I told you that I need more time?”
“Hmm.” His finger taps on the side of my elbow. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing? You’re stalling so you can get more time to find a solution to get rid of me, but I’m telling you right now, it’s not going to work.”
“I just…want more time, please.”
His eyes flash with annoyance, probably too used to getting what he wants only to be told no, and I’m almost sure he’ll bend me over and fuck me anyway, but he releases my elbow. “Since you asked nicely, fine.”
“Really?”
“Do you want me to change my mind?”
“No.” I smile. “Thanks.”
“See? I can be nice.”
I snort, then puff out a breath and whisper, “Nice, my arse.”
“I heard that.”
I grin in an attempt to shoo the situation away. “Why do you do all of this?”
“All of this?”
“Being part of the Heathens, hunting down people. All of this.”
“Why are you asking?”
Despite my attempts for it not to, my body relaxes. “You keep pursuing me, but I know nothing about you aside from your being in the Heathens and a med student.”
A gleam of light flashes in his eyes. “Have you been asking about me, baby?”
“Didn’t have to. Annika doesn’t stop talking once she has a topic of discussion.”
“But you listened.” His gloating tone pisses me off.