Wynn
“You’ll wantto get some sleep.” Julian walked over to the other side of the bed and pulled the sheets down. “Want me to put your phone on the charger?”
What the fuck is even happening right now?“Whoa!”
He halted his movements. “What?”
“We aren’t sleeping together.”
“Were we not done talking?”
“Not done…” I ran my fingers through my hair tugging slightly. “Do you think because we talked a little bit that this is done?”
“I’ve told you everything. You want to be my handler, so to speak. I run kills by you to approve and?—”
“Oh, my God.”
“Am I wrong?”
“In so many ways,” I mumbled. I grabbed my phone and slipped it into my pajama pants. “I’m going to sleep in a different room.”
“Once you’re asleep, I’m just going to bring you back here.”
My eyes flared and my jaw dropped. “I don’t consent to that.”
He shrugged. “I can’t sleep without you beside me, Wynn, and I need sleep.”
“And I said no. Leave me be for the night. I need to think.”
“I can’t do that.” He pulled the covers down. “Get in bed, Wynn.”
“No.”
“Now, Wynn.” He clenched his jaw.
“Good night, Julian.” I spun and went to storm out of the room, but I didn’t make it very far. Julian was fucking fast and ran past me, blocking the door. “Move.”
“Get. In. Bed.”
“I. Will.” I pointed behind him. “In that bed across the hall.”
Later, if you asked me what the moment was that I’d pushed a psychopath too far, I’d answer, “This one right here.”
With Julian’s next breath, he had me over his shoulder. He slammed the door with his foot and carried me to the bed. I bounced and decided to use the momentum to get off, but he held me in place.
“I will tie you to the fucking bed, Wynn.”
“How is this behavior supposed to convince me to stay with you?”
He smirked…the motherfucker. “I’m not trying to convince you, Wynn. You have no choice anymore. I already told you that. When you choose to accept it is up to you.”
“Never. How about that, Julian?” He was sitting on my legs and had my wrists pinned above my head. “I will never accept this or you. You want to try and keep me here? I’ll never love you, never touch you!”
A flash of something too quick to place showed in his eyes right before his lips crashed against mine.
I arched up, trying to jostle him off, but he was too strong. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I bit down, tasting copper.
He lifted his head and smiled; his teeth were covered in blood. “You can hurt me all you want, Wynn. I’ll let you, but you’re not going anywhere.”
