And…well, shit. That means the situation withwhat’s-his-facewas probably eighteen times worse than anything I’d imagined. I should probably try to remember his name so I can find him and fucking kill him later.
Can I murder someone and get away with it?
Maybe…
Tyler would probably have to help me.
Fuck, I’m in over my head.
“Scarlett.” I tap her cheek. “Wallace.”
I walk her backward and let her lean against the cage. I put my hand on her waist, and she doesn’t cringe or shove me off. She just tips her head back and closes her eyes.
Honestly, I can only think of one thing to do. One thing that willreallypiss her off. But pain might be just the thing to get her to snap out of it. Slapping her across the face is a low I’m not willing to stoop to–not to mention, my mother would fry me alive if she ever found out.
So, it’s option B.
I lean in and down. My lips touch her throat, and I inhale her scent again.
And then, like a fucking savage, I open my mouth and bite her neck.
[ 18 ]
SCARLETT
Pain sears my neck,and I gasp. There’s a heavy weight on my waist as the cage digs into my back.What the–?
I blink to clear my vision.
It only takes half a second to remember where I am and who I’m with. The other half of that second is me teetering between being turned on and angry.
“What the fuck, Cross?” I push on his hard chest, and he willingly moves backward.
The smirk on his face fuels the anger simmering on the inside to boil over completely. My eyes drop to the flask on the mat beneath our feet, and I shake with fury. “What is wrong with you?” my voice vibrates.
“The real question is, what’s wrong withyou, Scarlett?"
My forehead furrows as I cross my arms. “Nothing is wrong with me!”
Cross leisurely walks over to the flask and swoops it into his palm before walking closer to me. The metal catches a glare from the light as he shakes it in front of my face like a tease.
“You’re sick,” I seethe. “Why would you say that to me? Why–why…would you–” I stutter as I try to find the correct words. “Why would you fuck with me like that?”
Cross’s gaze darkens. His eyes narrow into slits as he leers at me from no more than a foot away. “Who said I’m fucking with you?”
Fear wraps around my throat like a vise grip.
My heart beats a mile a minute, and I press against the cage. Only, there’s nowhere to escape to. I couldn’t run with Nick, and I can’t run with Cross.
He quickly erases the space between us, our breath dancing in front of one another. Short gasps escape from my rising chest, and his eyes drop to the rapid movement before he quickly grabs a hold of my chin, squeezing just enough to get my attention. “Open your mouth.”
I clench my jaw. “No.” My refusal slips out between my tight teeth.
Something moves across his face, and weirdly enough, it looks like pride.
“Don’t you trust me?” he asks.
I stare at him for far too long. His brown eyes are no longer filled with anger but, instead, curiosity.
