Page 55 of Stolen

“You just love to force my hand, don’t you?”

“Hard to help the things I’m just naturally good at,” I grunted under his grip.

He chuckled at that, the sound of his laughter making my insides shrivel into tiny sharp rocks. He released my jaw and sat back up, smiling down at me.

“Well, when you’re right, you’re right.”

As I stared up at him, meeting that hard glare, a new theory suddenly popped into my head. And it made me wonder if he would embrace it, or hang himself with it.

“I wonder what else I might be right about,” I offered, dangling the stupid carrot that was more likely to get me in trouble.

He tilted his head to the side as he glowered down at me. “Do tell.”

“How much you obviously love it.”

He narrowed his eyes at me then, a cold draft emanating from his stare that chilled my entire body, but I wasn’t backing down.

“Don’t play games with me, little girl,” he warned. “You know the outcome of that.”

“I’m not playing games,” I shot back. “I’m just calling you out.”

His hand shot out to grip my throat, squeezing it tight while my hands wrapped around his wrist.

“Not one of your smartest moves,” he seethed. “But I can commemorate your bravery.”

“Because you know I’m right,” I croaked out.

“No. Because you don’t get to make declarations anymore. You don’t even have a voice unless I allow it.”

“Then explain to me why you just can’t seem to stay the fuck away from me.”

His eyes blazed with rage as I called for a reason, panic boiling in my stomach and causing me to shrivel back inside myself. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted an explanation now. My only hope was that by calling him out, he would resolve my theory and take greater care in proving me wrong for the rest of my time here.

“Explain to me why you can’t stop drawing attention to yourself even to save your own fucking life,” he countered.

“We can’t all be good at everything,” I answered. I really had no explanation, and anything else I offered would be pointless to him.

He scoffed at my reply. “The very least you can do at this point is to improve your ability to follow orders. Open your legs.”

He got off me then and stood at the foot of the bed, waiting.

“Now,” he growled.

Biting my lip hard enough to draw blood, I gently parted my knees, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.

“That’s it,” he approved. “Keep going.”

I tried to imagine I was somewhere else. Somewhere warm, with lots of sunshine and maybe a beautiful white sandy beach with clear blue water. I could practically hear the ocean as the waves crashed against the shore, and the seagulls flying around in the sky, making that annoying sound they made as they fought amongst each other for food. That was paradise.

“Wider,” he said, destroying my distraction. I let my legs fall apart even farther, exposing all of myself to him. The air hit my sensitive tissues and cooled the heat that formed there, creating more goose bumps along my arms.

I listened as he moved closer to me, resting on the bed as the side of his face rubbed against my ankle, and he made his way up my leg. He had slight stubble that scratched against my skin, making it even harder to pretend this wasn’t happening. He bared his teeth, and they grazed up the inside of my thigh, making it all the way to the V of my legs before taking a long deep breath through his nose.

“Mmm…fuck, you smell divine,” he said against my skin.

I cringed, my body tensing in sick anticipation.

His face was so close now; I could feel his breath on my cleft, making me twitch and squirm. His arm curled around my thigh while his hand rested at the top of my hipbone, holding my body down. And then he blew a soft breeze onto my clit, sending a tiny wave of electricity through my skin and a small blast of heat blossomed in my core. His fingers continued their wrath as he traced designs into the inside of my other thigh while blowing torturous little breezes onto my clit.

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