She shivers, her nipples tightening as her gaze snaps back to mine.
“I’m guessing your pussy would turn into a dripping mess if I were to pin you down with my hand around your throat, your wrists bound behind your back, and use your slutty little holes with or without your say-so, wouldn’t it?”
Her eyes bulge. The flush creeps down between her tits and over her stomach, all the way to her thighs.
I smile devilishly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Fuckhead—”
“Come here.”
I rap the words out as I stand and walk around to the front of my desk.
She stares at me for a second. But then, her eyes avoiding mine, she quietly advances to me. She sucks in a breath when I drop to my haunches in front of her, my eyes staring darkly at the thin, white, even scars on her thigh.
“That isn’t allowed anymore.”
She snorts. “Okay.”
“It’snot,” I snarl.
Her eyes roll. “Or what?”
She gasps sharply as I abruptly stand, looming right over her, my chest almost touching hers.
“Do you really want todie, little bird?” I growl, right in her face.
She juts out her chin, her eyes warring with mine. “Doyou?” she tosses back. “You seemed quite interested in that ledge up?—”
Her words catch along with her breath and a choked, whimpered sound hums in her throat as my hand wraps around it.
“That. Isn’t.Allowed,” I growl through clenched teeth. “No more cutting. No more trying to kill yourself. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
She lifts her chin defiantly again, eyes locked with mine.
“Fine.”
Fuck, I’m going to enjoy fucking that sass out of that mouth.
“Arms up.”
She looks confused but does it anyway, watching me curiously as my gaze slides over her armpits, then up the inside of each arm.
“Spread your fingers.”
Her brows knit. “What the fuck are you…”
I smile coldly when understanding hits her face.
Track marks.
She narrows her eyes at me.
“Fuck you,” she spits.
“Not until I know I don’t need to be worried about hepatitis. Thanks anyway.”
“You know I don't haveshit,” she grits through clenched teeth. “You made me submit to that fucking STD check.”
