“Let go of me.” I grit my teeth and I feel tears threaten to prick my eyes. I’m a bad bitch. I won’t cry. Not until I’m alone on my couch and there’s no one there to see me. I’m surprised when he releases my jaw.
“Answer me.” He lowers his voice and doesn’t look at me this time.
“You answer me first.” I don’t know why I’m pushing him. I think I’m just so angry at him and our situation that I want us to scream at each other until we both collapse in exhaustion.
He must not hold my sentiment because he concedes. “No. Her mother was murdered by someone else.”
Dread fills my entire body like heavy lead. She’s all alone now. Just like me.
“She must be so scared,” I mutter, but I’m mostly speaking to myself. “She probably really needs a friend.”
“Why aren’t you her friend?” He, for the second time during our little outing, pulls me out of my own head. I’ve been by myself for so long at this point, I’m not used to having to talk to anyone anymore. His tone is condescending and that doesn’t slip by me.
“I was still sore from the last visit you paid me. You told me to stay away from her. I wasn’t looking to give you a reason to take your anger out on me again,” I tell him honestly. I leave out the part that I didn’t mind the sore body he left me with that night. At least I was feeling something.
Something akin to pain flashes in Killian’s eyes as he takes an exit off the highway and I realize we’re heading straight into the Viper’s rival’s territory. He doesn’t meet my eyes until his face hardens again. He’s so fucking handsome, I can barely stand it. Full lips and cheeks, sharp jaw and eyes that could convince any woman to beg him to fuck her.
“Where are we going?” I ask, deciding that if he’s up to something terrible, I at least want to face it head on. “This is Scorpions' territory. Why would we be coming here?” I can feel the panic rising in my chest and I hate that he finds it so amusing. He knows exactly what I’m thinking. Exactly what I’m worried about.
“Are you going to beg me to suck my cock so I don’t get rid of you with the rest of the trash?” His voice is husky, like he can’t decide if he wants to pull over and fuck me, or continue to toy with me. “
“I’d rather die than beg you for anything, Killian,” I snap. “Why are you taking me here?” My voice raises and I realize I’m close to a full-on panic attack. I have those sometimes and it stems back to the night Mrs. Pierce tried to sell me. To get rid of me.
As we pull into a gated community lined with mansions, my stomach drops. Is he selling me? To some rich old prick that wants a young girl to bend to his every will? I’ll fucking lay in traffic before I let that happen. He pulls over to the side of the road in front of a stone house with an impressive staircase leading down the slight slope of a front yard.
Killian’s in my face before I can let my mind wander any further. “Beg me to keep you. I should throw you to the wolves after what you did to me.” His jaw is clenching so hard it must be painful. His hand finds my throat like it often does and I gasp when he pulls my face close to his. We’re almost kissing, but instead of his lips devouring mine, he’s fighting to keep from snapping my neck.
“Why should I keep you?”
“Because you still want me, and you’d rather kill me than let some other man put his dirty fingers all over your toy.” I swallow hard when his thumb lets up the pressure on my neck just a tad. I’m bluffing. I don’t know this version of Killian. I don’t know what he’s capable of or if he would enjoy watching me suffer at the hands of other men.
“I’ve already had you.” That evil grin is back. He’s like a man possessed, but there’s no wicked being taking over his soul. It’s rage. Just pure, cruel rage.
After what you did to me. His words echo in my mind.
The urge to reach up and cup his face overwhelms me, and when I do, he doesn’t stop me. Still breathing quickly in an attempt to calm his anger, he ever so subtly, leans into my touch.
“You could have me under you, on top of you, up against a wall, in this car—you could have me a million times and you’d still want me.” The words tumble off my lips with a confidence that I didn’t realize I possess. “The same reason you’re hellbent on making everyone at school think that I’m something more to you than I could ever be.” The truth in my words cuts deep. “You don’t want me for more than sex, but you’ll never let anyone else have me.” I could be dead wrong, but when he doesn’t argue or deny what I’m saying, I breathe out in relief.
Glaring at me, he leans away from me and I take his cue to settle back in my seat. “I will have you a million different ways,” he tells me, and he doesn’t say it, but the indication hangs in the air.
I’m his property, whether I want to be or not.
Our argument is brought to an end when a black car with tinted windows pulls up and a grey haired man in a grey suit exits the
