I chuckled and filled the spoon again, this time offering it to her. Her mouth pressed into a thin line, her golden eyes never leaving mine. She opened up for me and I tipped the food inside.
“Good girl,” I growled.
Her cheeks were flushed pink, anger burning through her that went all the way to her heaving chest as she tried to control herself and not lose it on me. We both knew that wouldn’t end well for her, yet I still couldn’t stop myself from pushing her to that point. I wanted her to lose control and let me punish her. I wanted to feel her skin growing hot under my palm, her body fighting and flourishing under my touch. I wanted her backtalk and scathing temper.
I was a cruel bastard but deep down she loved it.
“You’re a dead man. You know that, right?” she bit out just as I was about to give up hope of pushing her to that dark place.
A grin rose on my face. Not that she could see it, since I still wore my mask, but I didn’t doubt she saw my dark eyes fire to light.
“If he wanted to kill me, I’d already be dead,” I gritted.
“That’s what you think.”
“That’s what I know,” I replied. “Daddy’s more bothered at saving face than saving his princess.”
We were sitting on her bed, her legs crossed at the ankles and her wrists bound in front of her. I’d given her a break from the cuffs since they were slicing into the skin so badly after all her fighting. Loved seeing her pale skin dripping in blood, it did something to me that not even the tightest ass could do for my dick, but I didn’t have the time for her wounds to get infected, so I’d bandaged them up and used rope to keep her still.
Hurt flashed in her amber eyes and she finally looked away from me.
“And what do you get from this? Money?” She looked back. “It’s always money, right?”
“I don’t need money, darlin’.”
She scowled, her gaze looking around her dirty surroundings. “I fucking beg to differ,” she scoffed petulantly giving a small snort.
I barked out a laugh startling her. I put the empty can of food on the bedside cabinet and leaned into her.
“I don’t need your money, or his.”
She gritted her teeth and raised her chin our faces so close our noses were almost touching. “You don’t scare me.”
I slowly dragged the back of my hand down the side of her face, loving it when she flinched against my touch, my eyes narrowing. “Yeah, I think I do.”
I held her gaze, our eyes burning into one another, neither of us willing to back down, but I didn’t miss the tremble running through her body.
“You think you’re so big and bad,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Darlin’, I’m the big bad fuckin’ wolf as far as you’re concerned.” I leaned in, pressing my nose to her hair and breathing her in. I could practically smell her anger rolling off her in waves, and fuck me if it wasn’t like a goddamn aphrodisiac. “So watch your damned mouth or I’ll huff and puff and blow your house down.”
“Are you going to rape me?” she suddenly asked, causing me to freeze.
I leaned back and glared at her. “I don’t need to rape women to get my rocks off.” I sat upright and she looked away, seemingly satisfied with my answer.
“Good,” she muttered, her legs shifting on the bed.
My gaze grazed over her. She was wearing one of my faded Metallica T-shirts and nothing else. The tee barely reached her knees, giving me a full view of her long legs and toned thighs. She noticed me staring, her body shifting uncomfortably.
“Stop that.”
I shrugged and sat upright, my lazy gaze darkening. “Or what?”
“You said—”
“I know what I said, and I meant it. I don’t need to rape women to get my rocks off. I’ve got ’em lining up at my door daily. That don’t mean I don’t like to look.”
She shook her head, her hands balling into fists in her lap. “You’re disgusting.”
