I worked my jaw before I stalked into my bathroom with a purpose. I crouched down, searching under the sink for exactly what I wanted. I hadn’t used it in some time, but it would be perfect for showing him how much of an actual dick he was.
When my fingers wrapped around the cold rubber, I smiled.
I grabbed the hammer and stood, storming into the living area and heading straight for my table.
“Fuck,” I heard him say.
I broke into a run, lifting the hammer high in the air and slamming it down with everything I was.
An arm wrapped around my waist, swinging me around, the hammer hitting nothing but air as my feet left the ground.
I snarled, pain exploding across my face, and started kickingmy feet back at him as his free hand wrapped around the hammer. He snatched it with annoying ease out of my grip and threw me on the couch.
I screamed from the sudden weightlessness before landing on the couch uncomfortably.
I sat up, huffing.
He pointed the hammer at me. “You act like a child, I’ll fucking treat you like a child,” he stated coldly. “Sit there until I say otherwise.”
I glared at him angrily until he finally gave up and turned away. I hated him. I hated him so much I wanted to scream.
Without thought, I jumped up, and lunged from the back of my couch, wrapping myself around his neck and waist like a fucking monkey.
He stumbled back a few steps before he caught himself. “I swear toGod.”
I tightened my grip around his neck, grabbing my wrist in my other hand and pulling back with everything I was, the pain nothing compared to the absolute irritation I felt at having this man in my life.
Everett just stood there, clearly unphased. “You’re not strong enough to suffocate me.”
I paused, the rage boiling under my skin again. Maybe not, but I could rip his mask off. I could kick him in the dick.
I reached for his mask, and he immediately grabbed my wrist. “Nice try.”
I shifted my weight and lifted my leg, slamming my heel down towards his cock.
He grunted, falling to one knee. “You fucking cunt,” he rasped. Everett dropped his hammer, reached back, grabbed my arms and ripped me from his back.
The air left my lungs as he flipped me over him and right onto the ground.
I grunted, my head spinning, my pussy throbbing as he easily climbed on top of me, pinning me to the ground, a snarl on his lips, but the proof that he liked it as much as I did pressing against my stomach.
He leaned in, pressing my arms into the floor, his teeth bared. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
My eyes narrowed, my breathing labored. “Why? What are you going to do, huh?” I asked through my teeth. “Extend my debt? I know men like you. I give it aweekbefore you get bored and find some other pussy to make a deal with. Just kill me already and be done with it, you coward.”
He snarled. “There are no men like me,” he bit. “You irritating little bitch.”
But my body was getting too warm, and I could feel his cock throbbing, I could feel the way my hips started to push up. He needed to leave. I needed him to leave.
I wanted him to stay.
I met his eyes evenly. “I bet you wish I would have stayed silent now.” I needed him to say that yes, he did. That he hated my voice. Hated everything about me. That I was nothing but a pathetic, worthless piece of shit. I needed him to hate me as much as I hated me.
He shook his head. One time, he shook his head, and it was such a small movement, I truly believed I imagined it. “I’d rather you scream like you did that day I dismantled that…boy,” he said it as if it were poison, “thanevergo silent again.”
And the world went silent but for our mingling breath and sizzling anger. Our anger felt so…volatile, soloud. It felt chaotic and hot, and it was fuckingpainful.
I inhaled sharply, the glare cracking as I felt the tears fill my eyes before I hardened them again, but I saw it. I saw that he saw it. I knew that he had in the way his eyes suddenly devoured every inch of my face before finding mine again and hardening.
