Another slap.
She hisses, trying to crawl away from me, but I bend my knees against the backs of hers, pinning her in place.
Another slap.
Her face is buried in the bed, and I don’t know if the little beast is crying or moaning, and it’s making me furious.
“Look at me!” I growl, my voice carrying through the room. Bear snarls in the other room from his kennel.
It had been too easy to lure him in there now that he and I know one another.
She lifts her face from the duvet, casting her eyes over her shoulder at me, murder sphering their surface.
Another slap, this one the hardest yet. I let my hand linger in the aftermath of the blow, drawing heat into the mark.
She grits her teeth, and it makes me angrier. She’s holding back something, and I want to know what it is.
When I slide my hand beneath her ass, she bucks wildly, trying to escape, a scream rending the air as Bear thrashes in his cage.
Hurrying, I force her face back into the mattress, bending my body over hers, the toes of my tactical boots barely hanging onto the rug. Two fingers probe her wet heat, satisfied when I find her drenched.
“Stop hiding from me. Stop hiding from the darkness your soul is bathed in.”
Plunging my fingers inside, I force her face further into the mattress, relishing in the jerking response of her body as she tries to not only fight me out of her pussy but to breathe.
“I know your secret, Greer Allen. I know about the man that you killed. I know that you have blood all over those pretty manicured hands. I also know how your story ends if you don’t learn to behave for me.”
Fisting her hair, I tug her face away from the bed.
She chokes, dragging massive breaths into her lungs. “You can’t know. No one does.”
Her choked whimper is all I need to add another finger inside her.
She’s beside herself, rightfully so. It will take some time to work the defiance out of her.
And I’m willing to give her every bit of mine.
“I know.”
“How?” she cries.
“BecauseI’mthe man you killed.”
Her scream is muffled as I pull my fingers out of her, letting go of her hair.
Turning her over, I swipe my drenched fingers across her face in conquest. “Behave yourself, pretty poison, or I’ll be backfor you sooner than I want to be. And I don’t like to be forced intoanything.”
She fights her nightgown down, her body shaking violently as I shove back into my glove and head out the window I came through.
Looking back, I etch the vision of her into my brain: flushed cheeks, swollen lips, my hand prints decorating her ass, puffy, red eyes, and a confused look in them, that’ll haunt me.
Until it’s time to take her home, that is.
9
GREER
I’m in a panic as the man leaves out of my window. Reeling, to put it mildly.
