Page 78 of Royal Havoc

His laughter fills the car for once. “I’ll make sure you scream when I make you squirt, baby,” he teases.

“Awww, will you scream my name when I shove your dick up your ass, lover?” I coo hatefully through gritted teeth, kicking his seat again.

“Christ, you’re a demon.”

“Says the fucking Devil,” I growl, trying to shimmy my hands free from the rope.

Twenty minutes and a thousand hateful threats later, I’m sitting on my sofa in the cottage, glaring at his face.

He slams a kitchen chair down in front of me and sits close enough our legs touch. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and I spit, hitting his cheek.

“How’s it feel to be marked, baby?” I purr innocently, wishing I could get my hands free.

Honestly, on most occasions, I’d call myself a pretty calm girl. I’m quiet until I’m provoked. I stay in my lane until someone decides to swerve. I even let my little pawns talk freely. It’s this SOB that brings out my crazy.

He uses his hand to wipe the spit, then makes a show of licking it.

Pathetic!

You want him to lick you.

The thought strikes out of nowhere, forcing me to laugh nervously.

“I’m not letting you go until we talk this shit out,” he informs me, staring into my soul.

Trying to catch my breath from wiggling around to get my hands free. “I don’t. Care. What. You have. To say,” I force out through labored breaths.

“What do you think I did?” he asks.

“Besides lying our entire life?” I groan angrily, turning my head so I don’t have to look at his annoying face.

“I never lied.”

“Really?” I hiss, snapping my neck to glare at his guilty face. “Were you in the woods?” I question seriously.

His head falls forward. “Yes, but —”

“Exactly!” I shout, yanking at the ropes.

“Are you going to let me talk?”

Evil laughter explodes from my chest. “Sure. Not like I can go anywhere.” I shrug, shaking my head.

The alcohol, along with struggling with the restraints, has me feeling a little too warm. Hopefully, he’ll spew his made-up version of that night fast. Then I can be done with him for good, and he can run off into the sunset with his trashy rent-a-bride.

“I was pissed the day you showed up in town. I’d found out the four ruled against Zeke because Zoey’s two minutes older. As soon as I left Dad’s office, Mom dumped the news about Rowland. When we got to the cemetery, I tried to sneak into the woods to let off some steam and calm down.”

“Chasing me around the woods was a shitty way to blow off steam!” I yell, using both feet to kick his chair.

He bolts to his feet, glaring down at me. “I didn’t fucking chase you!” he roars, running both hands through his messy hair.

Flying forward, I almost throw myself off the sofa. “Are you calling me a liar! I canceled you from my life, over a lie… I MADE UP?” I screech, losing my shit. “You’re fucking dumber than I gave you credit for. Bravo, idiot,” I grumble, rolling my eyes at his scowling face.

“You’re off the fucking rails. If your crazy ass would shut up andlisten. You’d have heard me the first time. I DIDN’T CHASE YOU!” he shouts close to my face, loud enough that his voice breaks.

Blinking up at his glaring ass. “So what I’m hearing, is you didn’t chase me. Then who did?” I ask calmly, trying to dust off the snippets I’ve tucked away from that night.

“Next time I say something, listen,” he growls, falling onto the chair.

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