Page 75 of Wanna Play A Game?
“Ohhh, so you’re the expert in hiding from my boyfriends, huh?” Sawyer smirks, flashing his white teeth at me.
I instantly feel defensive. “No! I just feel like you’re setting me up.”
Sawyer’s voice lowers. “I gave you my word, Cali.” There’s a tone of warning in his voice.
I huff and glance outside again. Maybe if he goes to bed, I can leave for good. This is the only chance I’ll get. I’ll steal the car and leave.
“Come here.” Sawyer pats the blankets.
Absolutely not. Not while people are actively hunting me. Not when this is my chance to escape. I feign disinterest. “I’m not going to bed.”
“What, afraid you won’t be able to resist my draw? That you’ll start humping my leg in the middle of the night?” Sawyer tosses me a smirk. He looks so handsome it makes my pussy grow hot.
My cheeks flame. Thank God he can’t see it. “No!”
“Don’t worry, you already have my consent.” He stretches out. “I love free use.”
I narrow my gaze. “What the hell does that mean?”
“You know. Fuck me anytime, whether I’m awake or asleep…or drugged.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
I flash back to the times I used to wake up to Ben’s hand down my pants. He wouldn’t take no for an answer and would pressure and whine and manhandle me until I gave up and let him get off in me. I grit, “Oh, cool. Ben loved that.”
The room goes deathly still. I feel the hairs prickle on the back of my neck.
Sawyer’s voice is so dark it makes me jump, “Oh yeah?”
I rub the back of my neck. “Jesus, you’re being weird.”
Sawyer growls, “Cali. What did he do to you?”
Oh shit, could he see the change in me? I don’t want him prying into the things I’d rather not talk about. What right does he have? White-hot anger runs through me.
I snap, “Why do you care? You literally kidnapped me!”
Sawyer flashes a look at me. He looks more violent than I’ve ever seen him. “Yeah, well, you’re mine. And I want to know why you suddenly got so weird.”
“That’s not how it works! You don’t get to just kidnap me and demand to know my thoughts.”
Sawyer keeps me locked in an unnaturally still stare.
Fuck. I’ve shown weakness. I should know better than to get defensive.
Sawyer cocks his head. Instantly, his face clears of anything that was there before, and he says, “Come here.”
“No.” My muscles sing with energy. I want to fight and run at the same time. “I’m not going to bed. Not tired.”
The creepy grin is still on Sawyer’s face. He barely moves his expression. “I want to sleep, and I’m not doing it without you, so you don’t run away and do something stupid.”
I take a tiny step back. “Sawyer, please.”
It was the wrong move. Sawyer springs up.
I scream. I dart towards the front door. My body seems to move in slow motion. Adrenaline rushes through me, and I launch myself off my right foot, then my left. Fuck, he’s right behind me.
My fingertips brush the handle before a hard body slams into me from behind.
“Gotcha.”
