“Jesus, fuck!” he yelled and jumped out fast behind her.
Running around the side of the truck, he realized she was bolting—on foot—up the arid hill. Her little hands were clawing at sandy dirt and desert rocks as she tried to scale the steep incline, trying desperately to get away from him.
“Leave me alone!” she cried back at him, slowly making her way.
He sprinted up the hill, looking up only to see a perfect view of her bare ass under the mini skirt, accented by light blue lacy panties. He groaned, feeling his cock harden.
“I’m going to teach you a fucking lesson,” he roared.
His own violent desire was unstoppable, and he gnashed his teeth together as he reached up and grabbed her heel, pulling her back down the dirt hill toward him. In that moment, an animalistic instinct grew within him, overpowering his senses. God damn, he wanted to clamp her down on that dirt hill and fuck her—take her from behind, holding her down and biting her neck—showing her orgasm after orgasm.
“Fuck off!” she yelled, kicking at him as he slid her down the hill toward him, using one of the self-defense moves he’d shown her.
“No!” he yelled back, turning her onto her back and pounding her into the dirt underneath him. “You donotrun from me.Ever!”
Tears were streaming down her angry red face as she whipped her body back and forth, trying to escape from under his hold—but it didn’t matter. He’d pinned her down and was holding her wrists as he panted violent desires onto her. Her arms flexed, and her whole body tensed. All it would take would be for him to lean forward slightly and he could have her mouth under his.
“I didn’t trade Petrov trying to control my life foryoutrying to control my life!” she screamed at him.
Her words hit him hard, but he chewed on it, letting the message bounce right off. He was lying to himself, of course—because her words were exactly what he feared.
He had become the bad guy.
He was a bully.
“You’re coming home with me,” he ordered, staring down into her face as she desperately tried to fight him. “And we are going to figure out what to do with you.”
“What if I say no?” she challenged him, her eyes livid.
He felt his grin turning crazy wild. “Say no, then. Tell meno.”
Her eyes widened as she apparently realized what door she’d opened. He tightened his grasp on her wrists and she winced, arching her back in that way he loved.
“I want to hear you say ‘no’.” He pressed his body into her, the hard ridge of his cock angry underneath his board shorts.
Realizing her fate, she relaxed her limbs, panting and locking eyes with him. Her anger was drinkable and so was her pussy. That same animalistic desire thudded hard in his cock as she gasped beneath his grip. All he wanted to do was slip his hand up her mini skirt and just feel how wet she was, rip her panties off—and fuck the shit out of her.
But no matter what the urge, he was never again going to give in.
He’d learned his lesson.
She tightened her lips together as she looked up at him, and he knew he had her in checkmate. She didn’t really want to leave him, didn’t really want to go anywhere.
She doesn’t want to say no to me.
He eased his grip, freed her wrists and scooped up her body. Throwing her over his shoulder, he slid his hand across the back of her thigh to stabilize her as he clambered down the steep hill. She was relenting, though under protest. She didn’t have much else to say.
Neither did he.
Both of them had pretty much said their piece.
And now it wasdétente.
He threw her into his pickup truck through the door she’d left open, not even caring how much dirt she brought in with her. Her pink hoodie was ruined up the front from where he’d grabbed her and pulled her down the hill. A snarl crossed his lips as he slammed her door shut and made his way back to his side. It was time to get on with shit, and he would tolerate no further shenanigans.
He was going to be her newdaddywhen they got back to his place, and she was going to quickly learn how strict he could be. It was for her own good anyway, wasn’t it?
Chapter Twenty-Two