Like I can’t wait to get rid of her corpse.
Which—never. I’m going to hang her in my basement. Worship her.
Keep her alive.
Dismissing his praise, I step closer. “Give her to me.”
“Motherfucker,” Skylar growls once the shock fades, her feet kicking dirt as she tries to launch herself at me. “I hate you.”
Her words don’t touch me. First, since I’ve established that I hate myself enough for both of us.
And…she won’t be angry once she learns the truth.
She’ll see that I’ve been protecting her since the day she bought the tickets to our museum.
Later.
After Grandpa gets his hands off what’s mine.
“Are you sure you can handle this one?” There’s a challenge threaded through his voice.
“Yes. Now,” I demand, my gaze trained on her.
I can’t look anywhere else but her tear-stained cheeks, her puffy lips. The fire in her eyes.
“See, I really don’t know about that, and—” Grandpa starts.
I wrap my hand around her arm, repeating, “Now.”
“She needs to learn.” Before I can warn him that he doesn’t get to teach her a goddamn thing, he shakes her. “Like this. Watch your mouth when you talk to my grandson, you hear?”
He’s hurting her.
Fury blooms, hot and blinding.
The world narrows to a single, pulsing red.
My free hand snaps like an iron shackle around his wrist. “I saidnow.”
Skylar thrashes, screaming, “Leave me alone!”
“See?” Grandpa huffs a derisive laugh when she slams her fist backward, hitting his gut. “You haven’t disciplined her for shit.”
“Enough of that.” One sharp twist of my wrist, and Grandpa’s grip breaks off the back of her neck. Taking his place, I curl my fingers around the nape of her neck, dragging her over to me. “Mine.”
Her hair is soft, her pulse raging beneath my fingertips.
He won’t get to touch her ever again.
“No, leave me alone!” Watching her fight against my hold is dangerous. It sends me back to the farmhouse, to the way she fought me. I’m just as hard as I was there. “I was already free. Let me go, you monster.”
Grandpa’s eyebrow quirks as he waits for me to put her in her place.
The tension in the air rises.
Time to do something drastic.
I’ll make it up to her later. With my dick and enough orgasms, she’ll forget she was ever angry with me.
