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“Keepin’ you might be a good idea,” I tell her.
“Why is that?”
“I like lookin’ at you.” She snorts a laugh, and I can tell by the look on her face that she doesn’t believe me. Not that it matters to me.
“Why am I here?”
“I wasn’t gonna send you where they wanted you to go. It’s not for girls like you.”
“What the fuck does that mean? Girls like me?” Now I chuckle. I like her all riled up.
“Good girls. Girls who don’t know what kind of shit is out there in the world.”
“I hate to tell you, Hodge, but I know,” she says, causing my cock to strain against my jeans when she says my name.
“No. You know a piece of shit boyfriend. That’s all you know,” I tell her. She shakes her head, huffing out a breath before shoving out of the chair.
“Sit down,” I demand. She looks over at me and must see the darkness in my eyes because she sits back down on the chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “Good girl.” Her cheeks turn pink at my words, and I can tell she likes the way I talk to her. Maybe her little boyfriend talked to her like this, but it wasn’t the same.
“Can I leave?”
“Where will you go?”
“I don’t know. Not here,” she says, glancing around the room.
“Don’t like it here? You didn’t seem to mind the night you came.”
“I didn’t say that. I just don’t want to be here.”
“You don’t want to be here, or you don’t want to be here with me?” I ask her. Now she drags her gaze back to mine.
“I’m not here with you.”
“You’re sleepin’ in my bed tonight,” I tell her.
“No, the hell I’m not.”
“Oh, you are. It’s the only open bed, sweetheart.”
“You’re crazy!” She snaps before standing again. This time I stand too. I stalk toward her retreating body, clamp one hand on her waist, and with the other, I slap her ass hard. So hard she yelps. Before she has the chance to move, I step in closer to her. So fucking close, my cock presses against her ass, and I know she can feel it.
“You’re gonna learn that walkin’ away from me isn’t that easy, Kemah.”
“What is it you want?”
“Hmm. There are so many things I want that I can’t even begin to tell you. But for now, I want to know how you got in that van. Was it the boyfriend?” I ask her, my lips hovering so close to her neck. I could lick her, taste her, and maybe I will. I reach up and brush the hair away from her neck and lean down, letting my lips barely graze her flesh. She sucks in a breath, and I love every second of it.
“You can’t do that.”
“I just did,” I say before doing it again. “Was it the boyfriend?” I ask once more.
“Yes.” Her voice is shaky, but I know that’s just because of how close we are.
“Why?”
“He said … he said that I needed to be watched since I can’t behave.”
“So you’re a bad girl, Kemah? What did you do that was so bad?”
