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I take my tray and step aside so Wren can take my place. I look down at her face. Her eyebrows are drawn together, and her lips are puckered in an angry way. Clearly, she heard what I just told the guy, but then she shakes her head and gets out her wallet like she doesn’t believe that he will actually do it.
A moment later, he announces what she owes. “That’ll be $29.60.”
“You are kidding, right?” she says in disbelief. “You are actually charging me double?”
The cashier presses his lips together into a tight line, staring at Wren like he doesn’t know what to tell her. When he doesn’t say anything, Wren grabs the water bottle from the tray and slams it onto the counter right in front of the cashier’s chest. “Then I’ll just have the water.”
Without a word, he types in the new order and says, “Then it’s just $5.12.”
With a scowl on her face, Wren opens her wallet and fishes out five wrinkled one-dollar bills, slamming the cash onto the counter before going back into her wallet for the cents. After she deposits those as well, she snatches away the water and mumbles a sarcastic, “thanks,” under her breath.
My lips curl up once again, reveling in her anger and misery. I don’t remember the last time I smiled this much.
Wren tries to scurry past me, but she doesn’t take more than two steps before my hand wraps around her upper arm, pulling her back toward me while I balance the tray with my free hand. She stumbles backward into me, and I almost lose my fucking tray from the impact. I recover quickly and so does she, standing straight before twisting her head up to face me.
“Let go of me,” she snaps, letting her fierceness overshadow the fear in her eyes.
Instead of letting her go, I tighten my grip on her arm and pull her closer. Her vigor fades and the background fear I sensed a moment ago is now on full display. Her eyes grow wide and her lips part with a tiny tremor. She is scared of me right now, and she can’t hide it anymore.
My dick twitches in my jeans. Fuck, her fear is such a turn on. I enjoy her anger and annoyance, but herfear…fuck me. I want more. And want all of it.
Her throat bobs as she swallows, the fear in her eyes amplifying as I tighten my grip. At this moment, it’s only me and her in the cafeteria. No one else exists inside our little bubble.
“I didn’t say you could leave,” I growl, inches from her face. “You’ll sit your ass down next to me and nowhere else. Understood?”
Her jaw clenches and her lips set in a tight line as she slowly nods.
Satisfied with her response, I let go of her arm, watching her rub the spot with her free hand. Shooting her an expectant glance, I walk past her and motion with my head to follow me. I don’t have to look to know that she does. I can feel her behind me. Her eyes probably glaring daggers into my back as I take a seat at the closest table.
As requested, she sits down next to me, placing her lonely water bottle on the table in front of her. She crosses her arms and leans back in her seat, looking at something on the other side of the cafeteria.
Happy with her anguish, I take my silverware and start eating my lasagna. As I eat, Wren sits next to me sulking. I smile as I finish my meal quickly. Once I’m done with my pasta dish, I take the apple off my tray and bring it to my mouth. “Little bird.” I get Wren’s attention.
She glances over at me just as I open my mouth to stick my tongue out. I give the side of the apple a good lick before setting it in front of her. “You must be hungry and since I’m not a complete asshole,” I lie, “I’ll let you have my apple.”
“No thanks,” she says sarcastically.
“I insist,” I reply.
She goes back to looking at a random spot across the room, and excitement fills my veins.
“Last chance to eat the apple the easy way,” I warn before I start counting down. “One… trust me, the easy way will be better.”
She shakes her head at me.
“Two… are you sure you want me to get to three?”
I see the exact moment her patience snaps, and her annoyance overrides her fear. Her shoulders rise as she slightly pushes herself off the chair. Her chest puffs and her cheeks turn a hue of red. “I don’t want your stupid fucking apple,” she yellsinto my face. Her anger overpowers her, bringing out the fighter in her. The one I need to crush.
I don’t think, I react. I pull my knife from my boot and bring it up to her throat in a split second.
She gasps. “Are you crazy?” She looks genuinely in shock, her eyes are impossibly wide, and her lips slightly part with a quick intake of air. The blade rests against her neck, not flush enough to break the skin but close enough to have the skin slightly indented.
“Don’t ever talk to me like that again and don’t ever disobey me. If I tell you to eat the fucking apple, you pick it up and take a big bite for me. Do you understand?”
She remains completely still, her body frozen with fear while her eyes roam around the room. I follow her gaze and find multiple people have stopped what they are doing to stare at us. Everyone is looking, but not a single person makes a move to intervene, and I already know no one will.
My cock pushes against my zipper, begging to be freed. Her being scared is such a fucking turn on. I can feel precum soaking my boxers.
