XVIII
Theo Rocco
“ Come on, Spitfire. We haven't got all day," Dawson smirks at her.
She glares at us before trying to slam the guest room door shut. I move my foot to stop it from closing and her eyes narrow at me. Using my strength, I pull the door back until it’s fully open again.
"I'm not going with you."
"Yes, you are," I growl at her, and I watch as she shudders at my voice.
"No. I'm. Not." She punctuates each word with certainty. It takes all my self control not to spank her right now.
She’s such a brat.
"I'm going to give you two choices," I say as I move towards her, closing the space between us, "Either you come with us to pack your stuff, or I put you over my knee right now and then you come with us. It's up to you, Little One."
She looks up at me with wide eyes and I hear Dawson snigger in the background at the goosebumps that have risen on her skin.
Good to know I have that effect on her.
"I don't think she would mind the second option, actually, T," Dawson laughs and I smirk down at her, raising my eyebrow. She breaks eye contact and storms past us, leaving us chuckling at her expense.
Luckily, she climbs straight into the backseat of the car, and it only takes around twenty minutes before Dawson pulls up outside her apartment building.
We both climb out but she stays in the backseat, her arms crossed in adamant defiance. I raise an eyebrow to Dawson, and he grins. Walking over, I yank her car door open and scoop her up without giving her any time to object.
Usually, I’d throw her over my shoulder, but her having broken ribs would just make that cruel. Dawson leads the way and unlocks her door whilst Hazel curses all four of us in repetitive, colourful statements.
Setting her back down on her feet, Dawson grabs a suitcase from under her bed and opens it. She huffs and crosses her arms, giving me a bratty expression with raised eyebrows.
I roll my eyes and start to rifle through her drawers, which snaps her out of her stubbornness. She snatches the clothes I have taken out and starts to pack her stuff.
It takes her around ten minutes to pack up the small number of belongings in her apartment, and as soon as she zips up the suitcase, Dawson takes it from her. She tries to argue but I fix her with a stern glare that soon has her shutting up.
She grabs the pair of grey joggers from her floor and slides them up her legs, drawing my attention to her curvy but slim thighs. Once she has put them on under the shirt Atlas gave her, I scoop her up again and carry her back to the car.
“I CAN FUCKING WALK, ASSHOLE!” She screams at me as I place her in the backseat. After making sure her belt is buckled, I climb into the front seat and nod to Dawson to drive back.
She scowls at us for the whole journey back, storming back inside as soon as Dawson stops the car outside our house. Atlas and Andros stare at us in confusion as we walk into the foyer with her suitcase in tow.
“What was that about?” Andros asks, his eyes hinting at his amusement from the situation.
“She didn’t like that we made her bring her things here,” Dawson shrugs, barely containing his laughter himself.
“Are you gonna-?” Atlas asks me and I nod. He smirks and nods his head before turning on his heel and walking out. Dawson and Andros send me jealous looks but I ignore them, taking the stairs two at a time to reach the guest room.
Instead of knocking, I simply barge through the door to see her gazing out the window. She turns around, her face full of derision.
“What do you want, Theo?”
I walk towards her until she’s pinned between the window and my frame.
“This brattiness stops now,” I command, gripping her hips as she looks up at me.
“It doesn’t have an off-switch, Theo,” she scowls.
“It does, and if I have to search every single part of your body to find it,” I lean my head closer to hers and whisper in her ear, “I fucking will.”
She shivers against me, and I press my hard bulge against her torso. She gasps, but her body involuntarily presses into me.
“Do your worst,” she challenges, her voice breathless and her cheeks flushed with lust.
“Are you sure about challenging me, Babygirl? I will break you into submission,” I raise my eyebrow.
Her eyes darken and she tilts her chin up in defiance.
“I said do your fucking worst.”