“So you can attack me and pin me to the floor?” she muses, sliding her hand up my body again. “Arrest me? Ooh … Kinky.” She bites her bottom lip. “I’d love to watch you try.”
My eye begins to twitch.
Is she … turned on?
What is wrong with this woman?
“You broke into my house,” I growl.
“You practically invited me,” she retorts.
Is she crazy?
“You put out that notice, asking for tips through that phone number.”
“And you know damn well that’s not my personal number,” I reply.
“Semantics.” She shrugs. “I’m only interested in the promises you made.”
“I didn’t make any fucking promises, especially not to a stalker.”
“A stalker?” she scoffs, playfully slapping me on the chest. “You’ve got me all wrong.”
I keep a stone-cold face. “Then explain to me how you found yourself in my home.”
“Simple. You left your balcony door open. For air probably. Or to lure sneaky girls into your home …” She begins twirling my hair, and I hate how little I can do to stop her. “Either way, you’re mine now.”
My nostrils flare. “You’ll end up in jail.”
“Good one.”
“Release me,” I say through gritted teeth.
Suddenly, she grabs my tie and forces me to lean toward her instead. “Bark.”
“Fuck off.” I avert my gaze, but she grips my chin with her other hand and makes me look at her.
“I told you to bark for me, Atreus.”
My lip curls up. “And I told you to fuck. Off.”
I am absolutely seething.
She’s insane if she thinks I’m going to do as told like she’s my goddamn wife.
“Then you’re not getting out of this seat,” she says, rolling her fist with my tie still inside, forcing us closer despite my best efforts. My arms are stretched to the limit against the backside of the chair while she drags me toward her.
I groan from the pressure while attempting not to let her notice my agony.
“You’re cute when you’re angry, you know that?” she says. “But I bet you’d be even cuter begging on your knees for this pussy.”
What the fuck?
Revulsion drags my face down, but my eyes can’t help but flicker from her hidden face to her chest and down below, taking in her outfit like it’s triggered to do so by that one simple word.
Pussy.
She’s awfully direct for a goddamn ordinary stalker.
