Page 17 of Blood
I don’t want to play his games right now. I don’t want the mindfuck of him being sweet. I gather all the vitriol I have left, spitting the words out. “Just fucking peachy. Some asshole chased me through the woods and fucked me.”
His eyebrow quirks. “Really?” he asks, deadpan.
“Yes, really. Go away.”
His hand grips my jaw, squeezing my cheeks as he turns me to face him. “You chose to run. You knew the consequences. And you ran anyway.” His eyes narrow. “Tell me you didn’t like it.”
He’s not wrong, but I can’t let him know that. I need to hold on to some control here.
I try to turn my head, but he holds my jaw firmly in place.
“Let me go. You’re hurting me.”
His eyes burn into me. “Maybe I like hurting you.”
I pull away from him, harder, and he relents. I rub my face, glaring at him. “I’m not fucking scared of you, Wolf.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “You should be scared. I’m not a nice guy.”
I don’t answer.
Wolf lets out a sigh. “Everleigh, there are things you don’t know.”
I lose it. “Like what? Like the reason you killed Bobby Martinez? Like the reason you took me? Or like what you’re going to do with me when you get bored? I know men like you, Wolf. You’re not as special as you think you are. Just go ahead and fucking kill me now. I’m over it.”
I’m met with silence. Minutes go by, and he doesn’t speak.
Eventually, I peek at him over my shoulder. He’s still there, his arms crossed over his large chest.
“Are you done with your tantrum?”
I huff out a breath. “Maybe.”
He cocks his head to one side as he looks at me. “Good. And the answer to your rudely phrased question is yes. All of those are things you don’t know.”
“So tell me.”
He shakes his head. “Show me you can behave. That I can trust you. Then maybe,maybe, I’ll fill you in.”
He needs to trust me?
Wolf stands from the bed and crosses the room to the bedroom door, pausing before turning back to look at me. “Come get some dinner. There are clothes on the dresser. You need some food in you after all that running you did. You slept right through lunch. And Everleigh?” He waits until I meet his eyes. “You’ve never known any man that’s like me, baby.”
He’s heating some frozen meals in the kitchen. He sets one in front of me, with a plastic fork. I pick it up, then turn my gaze at Wolf to glower at him.
“Afraid I’m going to stab you if you give me a real one?”
He smirks, sitting down with his food.
I sit too, wincing when my ass hits the seat. I can tell he sees it, his eyes narrowing.
“You okay there?” He takes a bite of pasta, chewing slowly while he appraises me.
“What do you care?” I still hurt, and it’s his fault.
“Careful, now. You want answers, you need to behave. And that includes watching that mouth.”
I scowl, forking a bite of macaroni and cheese into my mouth. It tastes amazing, so I’m either starving, or he has some gourmet chef prep these meals.
