Page 74 of The Red Zone
Two... One…
“Can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Reaching over, I grabbed the guy’s wrist and peeled it off of her. Poor Bobby made the grave mistake of wrapping his hand around mine, but instead of tucking his thumb, he left it sticking out.
He was making this too fucking easy.
With my other hand, I grabbed his thumb and forced it back until there was a snap, immediately followed by him dropping to his knees with his face scrunched together in pain. In his moment of weakness, he made another mistake—poking out his pinky finger.
Two for one special, anyone?
“Touch. Her. Again…” I pulled back his pinky until a wail escaped his throat. “And I’ll break your arm next time. Do you understand?”
The guy winced in pain, but it sounded like there were angels singing to my ears.
Turning to Mae my words came out through rugged breaths. “You okay?”
“Oh, my god. I’m so wet right now,” she blurted out in response.
Had I not been blinded by rage from this stupid fucker who was wailing on the ground, I probably would’ve buckled over into a fit of laughter.
“Let’s go, you’re coming with me.”
“Wait, where are we—" I grasped her hand, urging her to trail behind me as I fiddled through the crowd, leading us down a long hallway before making a sharp left into the small powder room that, according to Lea, never got used. It was tucked away from the rest of the house, so the likelihood of someone barging in on us was slim.
I shuffled Mae through the doorway, following behind her with my hands wrapped around her waist. The moment the door slammed behind me one of my tattooed hands wrapped around her neck as I turned her to face me, trading places so she was walking backward.
“I’m done fucking around and I’m done picking stupid fights with you.” My tone was gravelly, but her eyes lit up as her back flushed against the door, and I reached over with my right hand to lock it. “You’re mine. Do you understand that?”
I leaned in, sealing my words with a kiss.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I never stop thinking about you. Even when we lived a thousand miles apart and I hadn’t seen you in seven years, you consumed my thoughts more than I’d like to admit. Don’t you get that?”
Mae gulped.
“For a long time, I hated that I wanted you. I hated that you drove me fucking crazy, taking up space in my head at all hours of the day. I hated that when you joked about not sleeping in my bed tonight, the first thought I had was how awful my day would be tomorrow because I wouldn’t get to wake up next to you.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because as much as I wanted to hate you, I’m not sure I ever really did… and I certainly don’t now,” she kissed me this time, hot and demanding. “I’m done playing games with you.”
“Really? Tic-tac-toe… hangman. You don’t want to play those together anymore?”
I rolled my eyes, crashing my lips to hers before she had the chance to add on another foolish comment.
Breaking our kiss, I pulled back to see the blazing fire ignited in Mae’s eyes. “We’re going to have arguments. They’re normal, healthy even.” I pressed my lips against her once again, firmer this time. “But if I’m going to argue with anyone. it’s going to be you. So, when I say you’re mine, I mean it. Mine and no one else's.”
“Okay,” she said breathlessly.
“Looks like that temporary truce wasn’t all that temporary after all, was it?”
She shifted her hips forward against my hard on that was beginning to ache more with each passing second.
“And if another guy bothers you like that, tell me. I can’t guarantee it’ll be just his hand next time.”
“Did you really break his hand for me?”
“I’d do anything for you. Now get on your knees for me.”
