I want her to look at me the same way when she’s on her back, legs spread, her skin prickling with terror.
When I show her just how mine she is.
“All good!” I shout, then whisper to her, “Keep defying me…” I tug on her hair. Her pained cry goes straight to my cock. “And I might tell him I’ve changed my mind. That I do need help.”
Never.
“No.”
“I would if you don’t start behaving.” I yank her hair harder than I need to, taking her home.
“No!” she screams as we cross the threshold.
With my foot, I slam the door shut behind me as I stare her down. My erection pulses from watching creases form on her brow. The trembling of her lips.
It’s fucking hot when her nails dig into the hand I’ve got clamped on her waist. When she says, “Stop!”
She bolts the second I shift my grip. Doesn’t make it an inch before I throw my woman over my shoulder.
Finally, I get to treat her how she deserves. Get to rub the backs of her thighs like she’s mine.
“Where are you taking me?” Skylar’s tears soak through my shirt. Her fists hammer my back again and again. “What is this place even?”
“I told you, Trouble.” The basement door closes with a final click. “We’re home.”
12
SKYLAR
What did I just witness?
As mad as I am at Bronwyn, as much as I wish her the worst, I wasn’t prepared to see this.
That axe. That swift paralysis.
What Jett did to her was the most sadistic act I’ve ever witnessed.
Is this how I’m going to be tortured? Or will they be more creative with me, more brutal?
My heart hammers, cold sweat breaks out across my skin, my chest cinches tight.
Not now, body. Don’t you dare betray me.
I drag air into my lungs, filling them slowly. Blinking the last tears from my eyes.
By the time Knox reaches the bottom of the stairs, my pulse has steadied.
The terror hasn’t.
“Help.” The plea slips out as Knox descends to his basement. It’s barely a whisper, barely a breath.
Knox hears it, and for punishment, his hand cracks against my ass.
The secondcrackstings even worse.
The universe has a sick sense of humor. Of all the men I could’ve wanted, it has to be the one who might murder me.
Slap.
