Page 108 of With This Kiss
“Say that again.”
“Say what?”
“Tell me it isn’t true what you just said about tracking me. You have… my phone’s location? And a tracking device in my shoes?” I asked. Even as I said it, the words sounded ridiculous in my ears. That couldn’t be true.
He nodded, confirming it.
“What the hell?”
“What?” he said, as if he truly didn’t see a problem with it.
“Are you serious? Were you going to tell me about this?”
“I’m telling you about it now.”
I moved back in surprise, taking him in. He really didn’t see the problem. Did he not see the boundaries issue?
“You can’t just track my movements without telling me, you… you… you dittle head!”
“Dittle head?” he asked with an amused smile. I wanted to smack his face, and I wasn’t really one to resort to violence.
I leaned over and smacked his shoulder instead. I might as well not have done it because all it did was give me a sore hand, and it looked like he barely felt it.
What the fuck.
“You can’t do this,” I said, trying to force my voice down.
“Yes, I can. It’s for your safety. I need to know where you are at all times. Like today, for instance, when you decided to sneak out of the apartment without telling me.”
“So am I your prisoner then? Is that how this relationship works?”
“No, you’re mine. And the way this relationship works is that I always protect what is mine.”
God, he was so infuriating.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he suddenly reached his hand out, cupped the back of my neck, and pulled me toward him, slamming his lips against mine. I let out a soft moan in protest and pushed at his chest until I could pull away from the kiss.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Kissing you,” he answered, moving his lips back against mine.
I turned my head to the side. “I fucking know that. But why?”
“To shut you up.”
“Oh, you fucking bastar?—”
His lips were on mine once more, and this time, he didn’t let me pull away.
I struggled against him, but he was like a fucking wall, unmovable and hard everywhere.
His grip was firm on the back of my neck, keeping me right where he wanted, as his other hand moved down my body, stopping when he got to my waist and pulling me closer to him.
I screamed in his mouth, but that only gave him the advantage. He shoved his tongue inside and kissed me harder and deeper.
There was no escape.
The click of the belt unlatching barely registered in my mind when, suddenly, I felt myself being lifted off my seat and settled onto his lap, my knees on either side of him. I pressed my palms on his chest to keep my balance and glared down at him.
