Gulping, I press a kiss in his hair. “We should… get you back.”
I feel him stiffen. “What…?”
“Back downstairs. It’s really late, baby. Or early. I have to get up in a couple of hours.”
“So? You mean… I can’t just sleep here? At least until you have to work?” He looks as confused as he is upset, and I hate it.
Idowant him to stay. In fact, I think cuddling up in my bed with him sounds like only thebestthing ever right now.
But I just…can’t.
“It’s… not a good idea.” I try to pacify him with my tone, but he’s not having it.
“Why not?” He glares. “What do you really think is going to happen if I’m not locked up??”
“Angel, please…” I rub my eyes. “It’s late. We’re both exhausted, just—”
“Exactly why we should just go to sleep,” he grunts. “You’re the one being a dick and making things complicated.”
“Your bedroom is downstairs, Angel,” I tell him firmly.
“Yea, in a fucking cage.” He shakes his head. “Because you don’t trust me…”
“I didn’t say that…”
“You didn’t have to,” he snaps. “So this was just about sex…” He rubs his eyes. “Wow, I am such a moron.”
“Baby, it’s not—”
“Don’t fucking call mebaby, asshole! You’re kicking me out of your bedroom after sex! Sending me back down to my cage like a fucking animal… God, are you serious right now??”
The frustration of this situation, and how much of an asshole I’m being and ridiculous it is that anyone is surprised, is getting to me. Most of all because for the first time, I actuallycare. And it’s annoying.
“Escuchame, Angelito—”
“No, you escucha-fucking-me. I will not allow you to toss me out like garbage,” he hisses. “Not after what we’ve been through for the last week.”
My heart is racing. “And what have webeen through, pajarito??”
His eyes are wide. “Nothing. Never mind. Fuck you.” He storms out, going for the den.
“At least let me walk you back—”
“I’mnotgoing back in that cage!” He snarls. “I’ll just sleep in here, if you don’t want me to—”
“Angel, that’s not going to work.” I step toward him.
“Back up, Ivory, I’m serious…” He’s backing away while I step closer.
“Don’t make me do this,” I growl, reaching.
He smacks my hand away. “Get your fucking hands off me.”
I can’t even fathom why, but there’s a buzz of thrill in me right now, and a warmth pooling in my gut.He’s just so sexy when he’s mad…
All angry, flushed and looking at me like he wants to stab me in the face—and after he just fucked me and came in my ass, no less.It’s mesmerizing.
“Pajarito, stop. You’re being insane,” I murmur calmly. Gaslighting the fuck out of him and hating it, but also loving it? And hating myself foralwaysbeing such an evil fucking scumbag.
