Page 75 of Through the Flames
It wasn’t threatening, just non-negotiable.
“You don’t see anyone else. Not anymore.”
My laugh came out sharp and high-pitched. “Oh, really? Did I miss the memo where I agreed to that?”
Blind obedience had never really been my kind of thing, but instead of feeling indignation, all I wanted was to taunt him. Normal girls would be pissed. Normal girls wouldn’t secretly be imagining what else he’d want to control.
“You didn’t need to. I don’t share. Not you. Not ever,” he deadpanned, never once taking his eyes off me as he stalked closer, his massive shoulders towering over me.
I was a tall girl. I’d never once in my life felt small.
But now? I felt tiny. Delicate, even, compared to his bulk.
Desire was pulsing between my legs, shocking in its intensity.
He stopped at the foot of the bed and loomed over me, his sharp gaze cutting through me.
“Unless seeing someone’s eyes being gouged out is what gets this little pussy of yours wet.”
“Excuse me?” I sputtered, eyes wide.
I should’ve told him to fuck off. Instead, heat licked through me like his words had teeth.
“You heard me. Every inch of you belongs to me now, and I don’t fucking share. Ever.”
I swallowed hard. No sane person would be turned on by his words.
Guess what that made me?
“Neither do I.” Eyes narrowed, I waited for his response.
“Good.” He cocked his head to the side. “Still got that IUD?”
I sputtered, my eyes going wide. “How the f–”
“If you haven’t caught on yet, I know everything there is to know about you. So, IUD … yes or no?”
Jaw slack, I just gaped at him.
“If not, now would be the time to tell me, because Iwillbe coming in my pussy,” he drawled.
“Yes,” I squeaked.
One dark blond brow arched high. “Yes?”
“I still have the IUD.”
“Good. No underwear in the house,” he continued, like he hadn’t just threatened to start a creepy little collection of eyeballs in his spare time and then immediately told me he’d be coming inside of me.
I had no words. Hunter was either insane or the hottest man alive. Honestly, it could go either way.
“You can keep your shirts. You won’t need the rest,” he said, while turning on the spot and walking to the closet, like this was a completely normal rule. “Actually, now that I think about it, you can just wear mine.”
“Look, t-shirt dresses are cute and all, but your shirts will look ridiculous on me.”
He dug one out of his dresser and threw it at me with way too much precision. I barely dodged before it landed in a heap beside me. “You’ll survive.”
“Says the man who probably alphabetizes his socks.” I pursed my lips.
