He ignored me, his strides getting longer and angrier as he moved through the school. Faces were gaping at us, clearly not sure what to make of the most powerful prince in the world carrying me around in this way.
Rafe and I were too pissed to care though.
"One," I said, starting to count when we reached the entrance to the soccer field. "Two... I'm giving you to five and that's it."
He picked up speed. "Three."
Faster and faster, we were across the empty field now.
"Four, motherfucker."
I was going to enjoy making him hurt.
"Five."
At five he dumped me on my ass, right on the thick fighting mat in his private little gym. Curls fell across my face as I jumped to my feet, and I pushed all my hair out of the way so I could glare with the full force of my anger.
"What the fuck, Rafe? You don't get to manhandle me whatever way you want."
Before I could spit more words at him, he wrapped his hands around both of my biceps and powerwalked me back until I hit the wall. "You belong to me," he whispered, threateningly. "Mine. And until you learn to fucking listen to me..."
His lips were pressed together, the fullness thinned with his anger.
"What?" I asked, swallowing hard to hide my fear and arousal. "What will happen if I don't learn?"
Rafe's teeth pressed against his lip as it curled up, and I fought against the urge to lean forward and bite into the softness as well. When he got all alpha, it did shit to me that I couldn't explain. Maybe I was broken or something, but at times, his overprotective rage was like pre-sex porn. It turned my body against me, and against my better judgement I wanted his punishment now.
"Looking at me like that won’t save you today, Violet," Rafe warned.
Jesus. "Let's fight about it."
His pupils dilated, his hard cock lodged firmly between us as he stared. "Fight?"
I nodded, trying to catch my breath. "One fight. If I win, you shelve the punishment."
"And if I win?"
I was really going to fucking regret this.
"You have free rein to fuck me up however you want. I won't fight you at all."
I had him.
He stepped back, and as he did, I noticed Jordan enter the room. He didn't look as angry as Rafe, but for my gentle prince, there was a lot of darkness across his brow. And he'd clearly heard my suggestion.
"You sure you want to do this, Vi?" he asked, stepping right up until he was behind Rafe.
I nodded. "Yeah. I've wanted to try my hand against Fallen Angel for a long time. Seems now we have the perfect opportunity." Jordan nodded, and my heart hurt a little. "I'm sorry I worried you."
Rafe's face went darker, if that was possible.
"I thought I'd be back before you were finished, and we need Alex at that vote. He agreed to go." I wasn't making it better. If anything, they both looked angrier than ever.
Time to shut my mouth and find my Violence persona.
Chapter 28
Jordan let out a frustrated sigh but just folded his arms and leaned his back against the wall. "I'm not stopping this because you two need to deal with your shit," he told us, and Rafe grunted a sound of approval.
