Roman appeared downstairs in the kitchen, a black sweater hugging his muscles, his hair tousled to the side. He opened the fridge, took out a bowl of grapes, and walked back up the stairs. The light turned back on.
I growled lowly, glaring up at his window. Damn him. What was wrong? Why wasn’t he outside, trying to find me? I slammed my paw into the dirt like the immature little brat I was and furrowed my brows together.
All I wanted was a damn good night, running away from him through the woods, letting him chase me. We didn’t even have to have sex; we could go to the cave and spend hours there. My wolf was just craving him.
After another minute, I sighed. Well, if he didn’t want that, then I was going back home. Settling on Dad’s meatloaf, lying in my bed, staring at the Moonflowers. Perfect fucking night.
I turned around, growling under my breath again, and stopped suddenly when I saw him. Staring at me with those dark eyes, he approached me slowly and kept his head low.
My eyes widened, and I stepped back. Ready to run. My heart was racing inside my chest. He bared his teeth at me. And, in a moment, he had clamped them into the scruff of my neck and began dragging me to the back door of the packhouse.
I whimpered and squirmed in his grip.
When he reached the door, he shifted, and I followed. With his hand wrapped around the back of my neck harshly, he pushed me into the garage—grabbing a thick piece of black rope on the way—and then shoved me toward the stairs.
“Let me go,” I said, struggling in his grip, my whole body naked and exposed.
“No.”
After shoving me into his bedroom and onto his bed, he snatched my wrists, bound them together tightly, and tied the other end of the rope to his headboard.
I pulled against it, my breasts bouncing. “Let me out.”
“This is what you wanted. I’m finally giving you what you want. Be fucking happy.”
“This isn’t what I want.”
His lip curled angrily at me, a golden fire raging in his eyes. “Well, what would please my dear Isabella? Do you want me to get Derek for you? Maybe you want him to fuck you from behind? Would you like that?”
Fuck.
Vanessa the Bitch was at it again.
Chapter 24
Isabella
My heart thrashed against my ribcage. This was, oddly, exactly what I had wanted. Him to drag me up into his room. Him to slam the door and lock it. Him to take me anyway that he wanted me. But I never expected this rage.
Ravenous eyes, razor-sharp canines, and claws that could tear me piece by piece, he stood on the other side of the room and stared at me. I had seen angry Roman, but I had never seen furious Roman.
I scurried to the headboard, my tied hands now at my side. “We didn’t do anything,” I said, struggling with the rope.
His jaw twitched, golden eyes fixed on mine, hands balled into tight fists. He parted his lips, showing me his viciously long canines that I wanted to just sink right into me. “Don’t give me that.” He growled. “Don’t lie to me.”
After debating my options, I decided to be a good girl for once and to tell him thetruth. A part of me screamed at myself to just obey him, just do what he wanted, but that part of me obviously couldn’t see how fucking sexy my alpha looked right now. Dominance dripping off of his every word, his every fucking move.
“Fine.”
His nostrils flared. “Fine?”
“I would very much like you to call Derek over. Unlikeyou,he actually fucks me when he tells me he will. He takes me from behind and thrusts his cock deep inside of me until I’m thoroughly fuc-”
He yanked me as close to the edge of the bed as I would go by my ankle. Then he flipped me over and pulled my ass into the air. The rope dug into my wrists, becoming tighter and tighter, and I whimpered.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Isabella.” He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at his darkening eyes. “Not until you learn.” After placing one knee on the bed between my legs, he pressed his hardness against my bare pussy, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and drew me closer to him. “But I guarantee you that when I’m done with you, youwillhave learnt a lesson.”
My lips curled into a smirk. “But I have work tomorrow.”
