I shot backwards, pressing my back against the headboard. That’s when I remembered the pen clutched in my hand. My eyes dropped down to the tip poking out of my fist. I could stab him. That was why I grabbed it.
“You sure you want to do that?” Devlin challenged.
I cocked a brow right back at him. “You sure you want to do this?”
For a split second, I could’ve sworn the corner of his mouth curled, but it was gone before I could be sure. The sad part was that, despite everything that was happening, a part of me tingled when his forearms flexed.
I pushed that part down and concentrated on keeping my eye on the predator as he sighed. “All right. Have it your way.” He pushed off the footboard and rolled his shoulders back.
A stride had never been more menacing than the one Devlin took around the corner of the bed. Everything about it moved in slow motion. His foot lifting in the air, followed by the long stretch of a leg.
I saw the muscles in his hips guide the movement and felt the firmness of his step landing on the floor in the pit of my stomach. But when his dark eyes locked on mine, I knew the true meaning of helpless.
Devlin was more than a foot taller than me, with a huge, bulking form. I weighed a hundred pounds on a good day. How the hell was I going to fight him off? It wasn’t possible. That didn’t mean I was about to give up. But I had to at least try.
My grip tightened around the pen as he took another step.
“You better make it count and stick that thing in good.” He tipped his chin at my armed hand. “You’ll only get one chance.”
One chance was all I needed.
“I figure the throat is a good place to go for,” I said while shifting down the headboard, away from him.
His dick twitched at my statement. Almost like it was taunting me. That’s when I really started to get scared. There was a volume to mass ratio here that, judging by the size of that thing, didn’t equate. I was only one tiny person. That thing would not fit inside me.
“Look, Devlin, I’m sorry for what I said earlier, okay? You’re totally mature.” An apology was worth a shot.
“No, you were right.” He took another step, causing my heart to hammer loudly against my chest. “I was acting childish.” But it was the final step that caused my heart to stop all together. “It’s time for me to man up and take control of my responsibilities.”
And by taking control of his responsibilities, he meant taking control of me.
My mouth was so dry that I felt my swallow move down my throat. “I’m not your responsibility.”
I’d shuffled so far over on the bed that my ass was teetering on the edge. Not exactly a secure position for me to be, but I wasn’t about to move closer to him, either.
Devlin’s palms pressed against the mattress, and I could already feel his heaviness weighing me down. “You knew this was coming.”
No, I didn’t.
I mean, sure, there was the whole thing in the shower, and he was always saying shit about me belonging to him, but I thought that was some bullshit asshole, do-what-I-say crap. I didn’t think it meant this. Unless he was trying to scare me?
Skepticism narrowed my eyes. “This isn’t funny, you know?”
“Do I seem like the joking type?”
Well, no. But that didn’t mean anything. I’d seen some people go pretty far for a prank. Why should he be any different?
Silence fell over the room as we stared each other down. Devlin with his arms braced on the bed, while my body prepared to either attack or run. I was just waiting for him to make the first move.
“You’re going to make me chase you, aren’t you?”
Not exactly the move I was waiting for. “Maybe?”
I was already set up to dart away. I was even on the side of the bed closest to the door. But something told me that’s what he wanted. So I’d stay right where I was. At least that was the plan until Devlin’s arms twitched. He lunged across the bed.
When I say I bolted, I meant it. I jumped up and booked it across the room so fast that I should’ve ended up face first against the door. Not that it would’ve mattered. I didn’t make it that far. I barely made it around the corner before I was grabbed and thrown back on the bed.
Dread seeped through me as my body bounced on the mattress. The only saving grace I had when Devlin quickly crawled over my prone form was the pen still held in my grip.
