I suck my lip between my teeth, but fuck, I can’t stifle it. Fury rolls through me.
Out of everything she could have fucked with, she fucked with my car.
I turn my eyes to her, seeing her in much the same state as me, covered in glitter. It sticks to her cheeks, and lips, covering her dark hair and clothes. It’s all over the fucking windows. And she’s barely containing her amusement. Her eyes crinkle at the edges and she rolls her lips together, but her dimples have already sunk into her cheeks and her eyes are watery with amusement.
I lick my teeth, nostrils flaring.
“Run.” I growl out.
The humor fades, “What?”
“Run, Olivia.” I switch the car off. “If I catch you, I’ll tan your ass so red you won’t be able tosit for a week.”
“Malakai,” she reaches for the handle but doesn’t get out.
“Now, Olivia.”
Something in my tone gets her moving, she throws the door open, straight into the car parked next to this one, scratching the paintwork.
“Fuck!” I growl.
“Shit!” She squeals and then slams the door, her feet squeaking on the floor as she bolts, throwing herself through the door back into the house, leaving a trail of glitter behind.
I’m covered in glitter, more falling off me as I exit the car, shoes a steady thump as I walk through the house. My palms itch to slap her ass like the little brat she is, my cock rock fucking hard ready to bend her over so I can rail that rebellious streak right out of her.
My fucking car.
I follow the trail of glitter, the specks getting fewer but out of all the things she could have done, she chose the one that leaves a trail. When the fuck did she even get into the garage? Probably sometime last night while I was fucking my fist because I refused to fuck her.
“God fucking damn, woman,” I growl under my breath, noticing where the glitter trail stops.
There’s pink glitter stuck to the handle of the door leading into the games room. Silly girl, she’s smarter than that.
I push open the door hard enough it swings open and hits the back wall, rattling picture frames where they hang.
The room appears empty, quiet and cold and for a minute I stand, and I listen.
Her breathing is heavy, I hear it even from here coming from somewhere by the bar.
I step quietly inside, grabbing the door as I push it softly closed. Without the light of the hall, it’s dark in here. Reaching over blindly, I flick the switch which turns on the soft LED strip lighting that’s installed into parts of the wall. It only illuminates the room a little, leaving pockets of darkness scattered throughout the space.
There’s a shuffling noise, like shoes dragging across the floor and my mouth kicks up into a feral grin.
“No where to run in here, kitten,” I say to the room, “Should have been smarter than that.”
I start the slow walk through the room, just rounding the pool table when she jumps up from behind the bar, glitter sparkling on her cheeks, stuck to her bottom lip and hair. She’s frozen, like a deer in headlights, wide eyes focused on me. I pause, waiting for her next move.
“You wanted to play games, Olivia,” I tell her, “Let’s play games.”
Chapter Thirty-eight
Oh shit.
Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit.
My eyes flick to the closed door and he’s currently on the opposite side of the pool table. There are two exits to this long bar, am I quick enough to get out of one and sprint for the exit?
With the way he’s looking at me, tracking my every move like a predator with its prey, I doubt it. His eyes are dark, his body poised, and his mouth is notched up at the side, the smirk anything but kind. It’s full of promise.
