Page 41 of The Retaliation You Deliver
“Leon.” It’s meant to be a warning, we both know that, but my name leaves her lips as barely a whisper.
“Yeah, that was hot watching you come all over my fingers. Did you think about that the whole way back to Maddison while you were trapped in here?”
“No,” she cries as I apply a little more pressure, her nails digging into my skin, the pain feeding the darkness threatening to explode within me.
“I bet you squirmed all the way home remembering just how good it was.”
“No, I hated you all the way home. I hated myself.”
“Good. You should.”
I take a sharp right without indicating, which sends her flying into the door before I slam my foot on the brake as I pull into the parking lot.
“Where—”
Her face twists up in confusion as she stares up at the hotel before her.
“Why are we here?”
“Because I want you somewhere where the others can’t come rescue you.”
Her breath catches at my words.
“Macie?” I ask, killing the engine and turning to look at her.
“What?” She spits.
“Do you trust me?”
Throwing her head back, she barks out a laugh as if I’ve just asked her the most insane question.
Reaching out, I grip her chin and pull her eyes back to mine.
“Macie?” I growl.
“No, Leon,” she spits, looking at me as if I’m nothing more than a piece of shit on her shoe. “I don’t trust you. I don’t even know you. The person you showed me before was an act, wasn’t it?”
I shrug. “I guess that’s for you to decide.”
Her jaw ticks under my fingers.
“Let anyone know there’s an issue, and things will only get worse for you,” I warn, releasing her and climbing from the car.
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Macie
My body trembles as I watch Leon climb from the driver’s seat before he slams the door so hard the entire car rocks with the force.
My head spins, the alcohol from tonight making everything a little hazy. But there’s one thing that is very clear to me, being alone with Leon right now is a bad idea.
His eyes are wild just like they were in my uncle’s office on Thursday night.
The look terrifies me, but at the same time, he’s not wrong with everything he’s said about how my body reacts to his wicked taunts and dangerous threats.
It’s wrong. So freaking wrong.
I never should have allowed him to put me in his car, not that I’m sure there was anything I could have done to stop him. And I know I shouldn’t follow him into this hotel, but I also know that I’m going to allow it to happen. My curiosity, my desire, is too strong to walk away and not find out what he’s planning.
