Page 46 of Monster

He only knew how to destroy, and right now, he was destroying my sanity, one small shred of it at a time.

“Please,” I whispered.

I was so fucking scared. The last time I had been this scared, I was lying on the ground, broken and bloody, watching as a pair of black Oxford shoes walked away.

This somehow felt so much worse.

He hadn’t broken me yet, but it was only a matter of time.

He cupped the back of my head and pushed my face toward his chest. I could feel and hear the steady strum of his heart.

I stilled.

What kind of game was he playing?

He placed his other hand on top of my thigh, his long fingers curving almost around it casually as if he weren’t aware of doing it.

What did he think would happen now that he was holding me in his arms like…

Like…

Like lovers did?

I closed my eyes, and I surrendered to him.

For now.

He was just so much stronger than me, so much bigger.

How the hell was I supposed to fight him off?

I didn’t know how.

His hand moved down from my head and between my shoulder blades and finally settled on the small of my back, near the swell of my ass.

I tensed and looked up at him, waiting to see what he would do, but when he just left his hand where it was, his eyes focused on the wall in front of him, I found myself back in a relaxed posture, trying to get used to the fact that a man I didn’t know was touching me so intimately.

Why the hell was he touching me intimately?

I wished I could read minds. Wished I knew what the hell was going on with him and what his intentions were for me.

I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was anywhere but here.

Tried to pretend I could be anyone else.

But I was me, and I was stuck in this room with the president of the King’s Men MC, and he had his hands on me.

When he finally moved, I realized I had nearly fallen asleep.

He leaned back so he could look at my face, and all I could do was stare at him with wide eyes, wondering what the hell I was on to have relaxed in his arms like this, as if I was safe here.

I leaned back a little also, trying to put as much space between us as possible, and he wrapped both hands around my waist.

“You lean back any further and you’ll fall right off, wildcat.”

“The floor is probably better than being in your arms,” I hissed.

One corner of his lips lifted in a small smile, and he pretended to let me go, leaving me off balance and nearly falling off his lap.

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