She tries to kick me, flailing her arms around, trying anything she can to get free from my hold.
“Keep fighting me, love. It only makes me harder.”
She goes lax under me, clearly realizing she’s only making things worse for herself, and I grin behind the mask.
“Why are you so obsessed with me?” she whispers and my heart stutters in my chest.
Oh, babe…
“Because you’re perfect, Gracie. There’s not a single thing about you that I would change. It’s honestly a miracle that you don’t have any more guys obsessed with you the way that I am. I mean… it wouldn’t be a problem if there were, it would just make my life a little more difficult when I had to get rid of them.”
“You’d… you’d getridof them?”
I tilt my head and stare down at her, an air of disbelief running through me. “Of course,” I answer simply. “You’re mine.”
“You’re insane.”
“Only for you, love.”
Only ever for you.
TWENTY-THREE
NOAH
We remain like that for a few seconds, neither of us moving, only staring at each other.
I see the change in her eyes a split second before she makes her move and I’m too caught off guard to stop her when she shoves me off of her and rolls away from me.
I jump to my feet, anticipation rippling through though me at the thought of her making me work for what I want. I love how she doesn’t make things easy for me.
I’m aware that I live a privileged life and I’ve always been given everything I wanted on a silver platter.
Most people would kill for my life, but I’ve always hated that aspect of it, so it’s nice to know that she won’t automatically give in to me. It’s nice to have to work for what I want, to prove it matters.
My thought process when it comes to her might be fucked up, but it makes sense to me.
That said, I’m never going to let her off the hook like she thinks I will if she can just keep pushing me away and I’ll eventually get bored.
I could never get bored of her.
Never.
If my girl thinks she can run from me, then she’s delusional.
Actually… that sounds kinda fun.
But not today.
Today, I’m not in the mood for games.
Today, I just need her.
And I need her now.
She goes to leave but I grab her arm and back her against a tree. I tower over her, and she looks up at me with a sexy as fuck defiant look in her eyes.
“On your knees,” I grunt, and she stares daggers at me, not making a move to do as she’s told. “You really going to make me tell you twice? You won’t like the outcome if I do.”
