Chapter 28 #2
His grip on me tightens. “I think you had enough fun last night, and you’re lucky you had Asher watching out for you.
These events are dangerous. We do our best to control security, but you witnessed firsthand what happened at Cruz’s fight.
Shit can and will go wrong. Why are you acting like you don’t give a shit anymore?
” He looks me over, confusion mixing with his hostility.
I pull away from him and march toward the bathroom. “I’m so over this shit,” I mutter under my breath. They all know there’s something wrong. Are they really so blinded by their end game that they can’t work out what it is?
I flick on the shower to steaming and turn back to find Jagger in the doorway watching me.
I throw him a “what?” look that tells him to piss off.
But he doesn’t move. I untie my top and bottoms, letting them drop to the tile floor, then I step under the spray, doing my best to ignore the grumpy bastard glaring daggers at me.
“You’re fucking impossible, Daisy.”
I spin around. “I’m impossible. You’re an asshole, and you can fuck right off if you think I’m going to follow one of you around all night and not drink.
If I have to go to this thing as Asher’s little missus, I’m making the most of it.
” My heart kicks up a beat as I say the words, knowing I’m starting a war with him, but he deserves it.
I hit the wall behind me with a thud when in a couple of large steps, he’s closed in on me. He captures my hands in his, glaring at me. “I’m not sure what’s gotten in to you, but I’m warning you, I’m not messing around, Daisy. You fuck up tonight, you won’t like the consequences.”
I raise my head and puff out my chest, making sure to look dead into his eyes.
“How much worse can it get, boss man? Right now, I’m locked up without any contact with the outside world.
I can’t move without one of you fuckers at my side.
Stop pretending this is something different to what it is.
I’m a damn prisoner in this place, and you know it.
And I want out. You don’t need to worry about my safety tonight.
I’m not going. You can take me home to Sloane’s apartment, and just so you know, I’m going back to work.
I don’t need you or your brothers watching out for me anymore. I’ve got this.”
He chuckles darkly, the frightening sound resonating around the room.
When he’s like this, I hate him the most. There is this power about him, an arrogance that I want to slap right off his face.
It’s kind of impossible when he has both my hands held so tightly.
“We leave for the party at four. I expect you to be dressed and ready to go by then. Georgina will be here to fix your hair and make-up at one.”
I stomp my foot, so fucking frustrated I don’t know what else to do. “I’m not fucking going anywhere with you.”
In one move, he spins me so I’m facing the wall.
My pulse races like crazy, not sure what he’s about to do.
Warm water hammers down on both of us. His pants must be getting soaked all the way through, but he doesn’t seem to care or even really notice.
“Don’t fuck with me, flower, I will make sure you regret it. ”
My chest heaves as I try to control the emotions that are bubbling out of me. “Don’t threaten me, asshole.”
His lips hover over my ear as his solid body presses into mine, showing me how damn hard he is right now.
Fighting turns him on, there is no doubt about it.
“It’s not a threat, sweetheart, it’s a promise.
You haven’t seen the half of what I’m capable of.
” His leg gets in between mine, forcing them out wide.
“I have been holding off until you’re ready, but I would take great delight in showing you. ”
As much as my heart hammers like crazy, not really sure what he means, I can’t stop myself from snapping back at him.
Rational Daisy is long gone, I’m in flight-or-fight, and this time I’m not running, so the only option is to fight for my life.
“Don’t hold back on my behalf. I’m not scared of you. ”
“You should be,” he growls, his lips so close to me I feel the words as he breathes them.
“Really? Is that what you want? For me to be scared of you? A man who has made all sorts of promises to me about protecting me and taking care of me.”
I feel his body grow tight. “I want you to respect me,” he spits, anger vibrating through his chest.
“Respect you? Or fear you?”
“Both.”
“Love isn’t fear, and respect goes both ways. You want my respect, you need to earn it by treating me as your equal, not some toy you want to dominate. I’m not one of the girls from your bar who are into that shit.”
A hand snakes its way around my front, pulling me back onto his body, the knee settled between my thighs forcing them open as his hand moves around the front, running through my thin strip of pubic hair before sliding right through my pussy.
“Liar,” he growls into my ear, his words causing goosebumps to scatter over my arms.
“My body is just confused,” I murmur, knowing exactly what he’s feeling—my dripping pussy, and it’s not from the shower. It’s from him, and even I have no idea why fighting with him turns me on so much, but apparently it does.
“Your body is desperate to submit to me.” He pushes two thick fingers deep inside me, and I want to melt into him. I want to take every damn thing he has for me. But I can’t. Not this time.
“Flower,” I murmur my safe word, my chest heaving as I say it, because him stopping is the last thing I really want.
He freezes. “What did you say?”
“Flower,” I say with more certainty.
He stops pumping his fingers in and out of me immediately and pulls them free, his warmth disappearing.
“I want to touch you,” I whisper, knowing it’s asking the impossible, but if he can’t trust me to touch him, this is never going anywhere.
He backs away from me as a fresh wave of hurt crashes over me.
My lungs fight for a full breath, my body so damn tight with tension I don’t dare move from the position he put me in.
“Be ready to leave at four,” he snips, then he’s gone.
With shaky legs, I step back under the spray, letting the water fall over my eyes as silent tears rip through my chest. He demands everything from me but will give me nothing in return. And as much as that hurts like crazy, the big fat slap back to reality is exactly what I needed.