Page 136 of Under the Bed

I could do that. Walk over there. Snatch the bag out of her hand in broad daylight. Drag her back home and fuck her untilshe’s a sobbing mess, begging for my forgiveness. Until she listens to reason.

Until she trusts me toalwaysbe there for them. My family.

It won’t get my point across.

Shiloh’s into that kind of pain.

For all I know, she might try to buy that pill again just to spite me. Just to get me to rut into her while I mark her sweet flesh. Her cunt. Her ass.

Damn, I’m hard for this.

I slip into an alley where she won’t be able to see me. Where I can think.

I have to teach her a lesson that won’t be enjoyable for her.

A reminder of what a monster I am. How capable I am of tearing the world apart.

That’s how far I’m willing to go for her. For our baby.

I’ll hurt her, too. Not yet, though. Not until she actually goes through with this. Only then will I show her.

She has tosee.

The thought of hurting her sends fire through me. Adrenaline floods my veins, turning me into a predator with deadly instincts.

She walks by me, her eyes still fixed on the floor, her hair falling over her face. The urge to fist the silky strands and pull until she screams—until the veins in her throat bulge—is strong. All-consuming.

The breath I suck in helps subside it.

I stick my head out, watching her small steps on the pavement. A cool breeze laps at my face, dousing the searing heat of lust and anger.

A fraction of it, anyway.

With my shoulders squared and my hands curled into fists, I follow Shiloh.

A man holding coffee in one hand passes by me, ignoring me in favor of his phone call. Good thing he did. For his sake, granted.

Less so for Shiloh’s. Because I’m coming for her. Her and no one else.

She’s faster now, turning and cutting into an alley. I can’t hear the sound of her footsteps, so I stop where I am.

Listening.

A bottle cap unscrews with a hushedpop.

A package tearing sound follows.

And there it is. Anotherpop. This one has to be the blister pack.

My teeth are about to turn into dust. That’s how hard I’m grinding them.

Shiloh gulps.

That’s my cue.

Her first reaction is to press her back against the wall of the building. She winces at the pain of her wounded ass and thighs brushing against it.

Then she coughs. Blinks.

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