Page 66 of Sling’s Awakening

“Did you really just say that to me?” I ask as I cross my arms.

I might have bailed him out just to fucking kill him.

Sling looks at me, annoyance filling his features. “I’m speaking English.”

Anger spikes, sending a rage flowing through my body that I haven’t felt since the last morning he woke me up and I marched my ass across our yards to give him a piece of my mind. Without giving it a second thought, I quickly reach down and grab a sneaker of his that’s lined up against the wall near the door and chuck it at him as hard as I can. “Fuck you!” I scream.

Sling ducks out of the way just in time. The sneaker falls on the floor with a thud a few feet behind him. “What the fuck?” he yells.

“Don’t what the fuck me, Bennett!”

“I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t acting like such a crazy fucking bitch right now,” Sling growls as he glares at me.

I bend down again, grabbing the other sneaker and throw it, this time aiming right for his big, stupid head. “Don’t call me a crazy fucking bitch!”

“Then stop fucking acting like one!”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” I scream at him. “You know what? I don’t need this shit. I should have left your ass in jail.” I turn around and yank open the front door. “I’m out of here.”

I jump as the front door slams shut, blocking my path from leaving. Sling’s large hand comes into view.

The front of him presses up against my back, caging me in against the door. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel his hot breath graze the shell of my ear. “Keep giving me lip, toots. I’m not in the mood to deal with it tonight, but I will correct it. You feel that?” Sling presses his hips into my ass. His dick is hard, begging to be freed from his pants. “That’s what your lip does to me. So you’re going to march that round ass of yours into my bed and take care of the mess you fucking made.” Sling’s teeth nip at my ear, biting down hard enough to make me suck in a breath from the pain. “Got me?” he breathes into my ear.

I’m too stunned to speak. My body has a mind of its own as my ass presses back into him, feeling his dick try to nestle between my cheeks, but our clothes are making it impossible.

“Toots,” Sling growls lowly, grinding into me.

“Yeah,” I answer. My voice sounds breathy, all the anger and attitude it held minutes ago nowhere to be found.

“Get in my fucking bed.” I can feel Sling’s mouth centimeters from my ear. The tone of his voice combined with his breath tickling my skin has my body tingling all over. “Now.”

I swallow a moan before I shakily say, “I can’t. You’re caging me in.”

“Then you better get on your knees.”

Without another word, I slowly sink to my knees. The tile feels cool against my skin that feels like it’s on fire. I slide out from under his arm. Just as I move to stand up, Sling’s rough voice commands another order: “Crawl.”

I look up at him and see his heated green eyes staring down at me, searing me on the spot. I hold his gaze as my palms slowly leave my knees and rest on the tile.

I begin to crawl.

I don’t know where I’m going, but since the layout of his house is like mine, I can guess the way.

My ass jiggles every time I move forward and my knee hits the tile. I can feel his eyes on it, staring right at the area I have a bruise that’s the size of his hand. The anticipation of what’s coming is almost too much to take as I come to a stop in front of what I hope is his bedroom door.

I start to push up off the floor to open the door but freeze and Sling’s low voice cuts through the silence. “Stop.”

My breathing is coming in short pants as I do as I’m told. A surge of wetness floods between my legs as I hear the door handle turn and the door open with a creak.

“Crawl to the bed and get on it,” Sling orders.

I crawl the rest of the way until my head bumps into a mattress. The room is pitch black, the only light coming from the moon that’s shining through his bedroom window.

It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to everything around me as I climb onto the bed. His comforter is a basic dark blue, joined by two pillows.

That’s it.

Nothing less and nothing more.