I laughed, pain seeping into me. “You don’t even want to be near me right now.”
“Because I'm trying to fucking control myself,” he hissed, unfolding his arms, stopping my laughter all together.
“I don’t want control,” I snapped back at him as a shudder ran through me.
"I wanna fucking punish you,” he snarled as he pulled a remote out and pointed it at the camera in the corner, turning itoff.
I backed up until I hit the cool wall behind me as he continued. “I read your medical report. Seeing those words, those descriptions next to your name, was something I never wanted to see, Haley.”
I closed my eyes. “I know you didn’t.”
“Open your pretty eyes,” he commanded as I felt his body heat in front of mine. They opened at his demand. His handsome face was an inch from mine, his hands on both sides of my head, caging me in.
“Are they dead?” he asked. His voice was dangerously low.
I nodded.
“Who killed them?”
“Collin did,” I breathed, my heartrate shooting through the roof.
He pushed off the wall after a minute of silence between us, his back to me, running a hand through his thick, dark locks.
“Talk to me, please,” I begged.
“I'm not in the mood to talk,” he growled, turning back around.
A gasp left me as he pulled me to him, spinning me around before he bent me over the table. I was wearing a pair of Jer’s sweats and a T-shirt from Sullie’s bar. He yanked the pants down to my ankles.
“I am so fucking pissed at you, princess," he clipped, standing behind me.
My breath hitched, as a single tear fell onto the table. “I know.”
“You don’t get to play the hero, Haley. Not when you have something that belongs to me,” he said right before his hand came down on my bare ass.
I cried out. He didn't care.
“You don’t get to fucking leave me with myfucking heart in your hands, Ms. Austen.” His voice was rough, overcome with emotion. Anger. Passion.
His hand came down. Hitting my flesh. Again and again.
He was punishing me, but my lust for him was on overdrive, my pussy soaked. I began to rub my thighs together, seeking out the friction my clit was begging for.
“Don’t”
Whack.
“Ever.”
Whack.
“Leave.”
Whack.
“Me.”
Whack.
