Page 26 of Fight or Flight
“You sure about that? Cause you definitely look mad.”
“I’m not mad,” I repeat through clenched teeth. “I’m just waiting for you to stop being a dick and tell me what the fuck you want from me.”
“I already told you, I don’t want anything.” Another of his smirks tips the corner of his lips. “Not yet, at least.”
The wave of anger that hits me is so strong it nearly steals my breath. “Really? You’re going to hold this over my head instead of telling me what you want now?”
His silence and stupid grin only add more fuel to my rage.
“Why?” I demand, my entire body going tense from the force of my anger.
“Because it’s more fun to hold it against you. Not as much fun as holdingmeagainst you would be, but beggars can’t be choosers.”
“So that’s what this is about?” I take a step closer to him. “You’re going to use this to make me do what you want?”
He shrugs.
“What’s your damage?” I demand, fighting to keep my voice even.
I was already barely holding onto my self-control before he knocked on my door, and it’s getting harder to remember why beating him to a pulp and finally giving him the lesson he obviously needs is a bad idea.
“A lot, as we’ve previously established.” He doesn’t bother hiding his amusement at my obvious anger, which only pisses me off more.
“So this is your endgame, huh?” I try a different tactic. “You’re going to use blackmail to get me to what? Suck your dick? Or maybe you want me to bend over for you?”
His grin shifts into one that’s pure sex and smolder. “I mean, both of those options sound like a good time.”
“Never going to happen. Not now, and not even if you threaten to tell everyone what I can do. I’d rather fight the entire frat than submit to you.”
“Again with the submitting,” he says. “I thought we already established that you don’t have to submit to someone to suck their dick or take it up the ass. It’s way more fun if you do, but it’s not a requirement.” This time, he takes a step closer, and I have to fight the urge to move back. “But don’t you worry your pretty little head about any of that. I won’t use this to make you submit to me or anything that you’re thinking.” He takes another half step, closing the distance so our toes are almost touching and our faces are only about six inches apart. “Do you know why?”
“Why?” I say before I can stop myself.
He leans in until our noses almost touch. He’s so close I can feel the heat coming off his skin, and the scent of something spicy, sort of like cinnamon, but not quite, and old leather wraps around us. Is that his cologne? And why the fuck am I suddenly noticing how he smells?
“Because I don’t have to.” His tone is low and sultry and full of promise. “WhenI fuck you, it won’t be because I had to resort to tricks and blackmail. It’ll be becauseyouwant it. Because youbegme for it.”
A weird heat gathers low in my body, and I have to fight the urge to jump away from him as a tingle dances over my skin.
“Not going to happen,” I grind out.
He tilts his head to the side and leans in the slightest bit, like he’s coming in for a kiss. “You sure about that?”
I jump back before I can stop myself, nearly tripping over my own feet.
Jace laughs, and for reasons I can’t explain, that sound triggers my rage, and everything I’ve been holding in for the past few days comes rushing to the surface.
My vision goes hazy around the edges, and I can feel the thud of my heart pounding in my chest as adrenaline pours into my system, setting my entire body on edge as my muscles draw up tight like a snake ready to strike its prey.
Jace laughs again, and before I can stop myself, I plant both hands on his solid chest and give him a hard shove.
He stumbles back a few paces, his grin never slipping. “That’s it, Shaney. More. You know I like it rough.”
His taunt does nothing to help calm the rage simmering inside me, and it takes everything in my power to not lunge at him and beat him into next week.
I’m not even that mad at Jace, not really. He’s an ass and a notorious flirt, and this kind of shit from him isn’t exactly new or shocking. But he picked the wrong fucking night to mess with me, and all the crap I’ve been repressing from the past few days is about to be unleashed on him if he doesn’t shut the fuck up.
“Is that it?” His sarcastic expression chips away at the last of my self-control until it’s hanging on by a thread. “You’re gonna get me all hot and bothered and leave me hanging?”
