Chapter 42
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
CASPER
“Where you going?”
I could feel Bellatrix’s glare on my back, digging almost as deep as the claw marks she left there.
The blood clung to my shirt as soon as I tossed it over my head, leaving wet streaks on the underside of the black fabric.
It’s the reason I knew how vicious she’d gotten without having to check myself out in a mirror.
There was no sting, no latent burn. No nothing. There might have been scars, though. That would be interesting. Scars were about the only thing I had to remind me of shit.
I could tell she was getting annoyed with me not answering. Women liked to make that huffing sound to get our attention, and we liked to pretend we couldn’t hear it and continue on with whatever we were doing anyway.
We always heard it. We just didn’t want to acknowledge it. Because that not-so-subtle, subtle shit was more annoying than being ignored.
If you have something to say, just say it. Don’t try to make me pull it out of you.
When I was done snapping my boxers into place and tugging my pants up my legs, I sat on the chair in the corner and went for my socks and boots next.
Then, when I noticed she hadn’t clipped my knife like I thought she would, I secured it to my belt and checked the nightstand for my phone.
I walked past her to grab and pocket it.
I still didn’t answer her so there was more huffing, followed by more ignoring.
Might have had time to get another nut out at this point.
I could practically feel the steam radiating off her.
The difference between Bellatrix and those other women is that while they might threaten to stab you, she actually would.
And the difference between me and other men was I saw that as foreplay.
“I asked you a question, Kaz.”
It was weird hearing her say my name. Few people knew it, and those who did rarely used it. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or if it was just odd. Like having to taste a new flavor of ice cream a few times before deciding it was gross.
“Out,” I said as I pushed to my feet, giving myself a quick once-over—cock, keys, wallet, you know all the necessities—before swiping my jacket off the table.
“Out? So I’m just expected to sit here and wait?”
Bring a girl to your secret apartment and all of a sudden she starts acting like a clingy girlfriend. Where you going, who you going with, when you coming home…
“Yup, or go somewhere if you feel like it.” I shrugged. “I don’t care what you do as long as you’re here when I get back.”
“Really? I can just come and go as I please?” She sounded surprised. I didn’t know why. Like I said, no one was forcing her to come here. She chose to do it because she wanted something. I gave her the option because I wanted something too.
“Yup, unless you’d prefer me to leave you tied up?” I cocked a brow.
She slid off the bed, obviously favoring one ankle as she cocked a hip. “What about the notebook?”
I was halfway to the doorway when I spun around with my arms crossed over my chest. I wasn’t being defensive. More like I was amused. “You thought it would be that easy? Fuck me and I hand it over?” I snapped my fingers. “Just like that, huh?”
“Isn’t that why you brought me here? To make me fuck you?” she countered, matching my posture by folding her arms. Except she was still naked and I wasn’t, so all it did was push her tits up higher.
“I’m not making you do anything, myshka.
Don’t get me wrong. I could make you. I would make you.
” I leaned back, my ass pressed up against the wall next to the door and my feet spread in front of me.
It was something my father used to do. Make himself look wider and everyone else seem smaller.
Didn’t even realize I was doing it until it was too late.
I wasn’t taking it back now. “But I don’t have to. You’re fucking me ?cause you want to.”
“I’m fucking you because I want Vee’s notebook back.”
“That so?” I pushed off the wall and closed the distance.
I didn’t have to look bigger when I was standing over her.
She did it all on her own. Especially when she had no choice but to lift her head and peer up at me.
Breath hot and eyes like daggers. “And why is it that you’re more concerned about it than she seems to be? ”
“She’s concerned. She’s just better at hiding it.” Bellatrix caught herself as soon as she said it. The way her throat bobbed told me. But she didn’t take that back either. Which was smart. Taking it back would make her look small and weak.
I lifted an arm, reaching out like I was gonna brush her hair out of her face.
And instinctively she leaned into my touch at the same time I pulled away.
Digging my hand into my pocket instead. I pinched the little piece of paper I stuffed in there between two fingers and raised it until it was waving in front of her face.
“Here, since you think you earned it.”
“What is it?” she asked, even as she was already snatching the paper from my grip.
“Vee’s precious notebook.” I tucked my palms into my pockets again and stepped away. “Consider it a freebie. You’ll get the rest back when I think you earned it. One page at a time.” I pivoted on my heel, yanked on the knob, stepped out in the hallway, and slammed the door behind me.
“You fucking asshole!” she screamed before I made it to the first step, and I grinned, whistling as I skipped down to the bar.
I loved it when she called me pet names.