Page 11 of Blood
She presses her lips in a thin line. No answer.
I raise a brow. “Didn’t we talk about you trying to run?”
She looks pissed. I’m sure I would be, too, were the situation reversed. And she doesn’t even know the whole truth just yet. When she learns all the facts, I’ll be dealing with a little ball of red-hot anger.
She finally speaks, sounding every bit as pissy as she looks, and squirms under me. “I’m just trying to get some space, you overgrown ape!”
I chuckle. Her sass is back. I’m not usually one for brats, but on this one is kind of adorable. “Too bad. There’s no space here. You’re stuck with me.”
“Arrggghh!” A cry of frustration rips from her throat. She struggles beneath me.
It doesn’t change anything about her position. She’s trapped, and I’m bigger and stronger than her. I’m also more determined to keep her here than she is to leave. All she’s doing is making my cock grow hard. There’s something about having a woman underneath you, fighting to get free, especially one that makes you want to be both the controlling dominant and the sweet protector. She’s a little spitfire, and even though I can tell she’s scared, she’s holding her own here.
I try to ignore the growing length between my legs. I can’t wait for the chance to bury myself in her little pussy. But she’s going to be the one to set that in motion. I’m an asshole, but even I have boundaries.
She fights for a few minutes, then stops, panting hard. She catches her breath to glare up at me. “What’s your name, anyway?”
I smirk, raising my eyebrow. “Why?”
“Just want to know if I should keep calling youasshole, or if there’s something else you prefer.”
Ah, my little brat. Her sass is going to get her in trouble one of these days. Probably today, if I were a betting man.
“My name is Wolf.”
She stares at me like I’m crazy. “No, it’s not.”
“Sure is, little one. It’s a nickname, but it’s what I go by. Have for years.”
“Fine then. Wolf.” She bites her lip. “I’m Everleigh.”
“Nice to meet you officially, Everleigh.” I feel like I should offer a handshake. But then again, we’ve slept next to one another, I’ve spanked her ass, and I currently have her pinned to the bed. We might be beyond a handshake at this point.
She shifts again, reminding me that my 250 pounds are pressing her into the mattress.
“I’m going to let you up, Everleigh. Make smart choices.”
I hear her snort, but nonetheless I lift off of her and move to the side. As predicted, she bolts off the mattress and into the living room.
I roll out of bed, pulling on my pants and boots before following her into the other room. She has no chance of getting out, so I take my time. I stroll to the living room and find her messing with the front door again. I can’t help my eyeroll.
She’s not going to be able to open it. Maybe she should have looked for a weapon instead. She wouldn’t have had any luck with that either, though.
I plant my hand on the door above her head. “So, youdowant to run.”
She keeps fiddling. “Of course, asshole.”
“It’s Wolf, baby, not asshole. I thought we just covered this. How are you going to run without shoes?”
She pauses and looks at her feet, then utters a curse under her breath.
“I’ll make you a deal. If you want to run like a scared little rabbit, I’ll give you one chance. I’ll even let you put on your shoes and get a head start.”
She looks at me warily. I’ve given her no reason to trust me, but I’m telling the truth. I’ll give her the chance she needs. She needs to know she tried to run, that she didn’t just sit down and take this like a passive victim. There’s something in it for me, though.
“I’ll open the door, and you can run. Then the big, bad wolf is going to chase you. This is your chance to escape, but if I catch you, you’re mine.” I lean in close, so my lips brush her cheek. “And Iwillcatch you.”
She narrows her eyes at me. She’s waiting for the catch.
