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“Here’s your room as promised.” Warm, hazel eyes grow wide, her red wavy hair falls down around her shoulders. A smile plays on my lips when her pale cheeks flush under my heated stare. I bet if I asked her, she’d swear blind it was a reaction to the cold, but we both know her body responds to me. She’s turned on and I bet if I was to slide my hands beneath her playsuit I’d find her dripping for me. Completely soaked. It’s not her fault. It’s just a natural reaction all the chicks have when they’re around me.
“What, do you want me to thank you, or something?” she asks, defiance oozing out of her every pore.
“Or something…” I step closer and drink her in. Her breathing hitches as I close the small space between us. Another visible reaction to me as she struggles against the forced proximity. Now she’s at Stonebrooke she’ll soon realize that there’s no such thing as personal space. Not if we don’t allow it.
“What do you want from me?” A sigh escapes her, clearly pissed with me getting all up in her face but this is just the beginning.
“I want a lot of things, Buttercup, but your thanks aren’t one of them.” Her eyes drop from mine, down to my lips and then back again as she struggles to find her voice.
“Excuse me,” She tries and fails to push past me, but my large frame keeps her captive.
I pout, tilting my head to the side. “Anyone would think you’re trying to get rid of me.”
I laugh when she tries to stand tall, folding her arms across her chest. “Look, I appreciate you going out of your way to bring me here, but I’m good. I can handle the rest on my own.”
“But I’m already here.”
“I didn’t ask for a babysitter.” She huffs, her defiance stirring something within me. I’m not used to being given the cold shoulder. Girls, they usually fall at my feet, prepared to do anything just to get close to me—the psycho brother— but new girl here, she couldn’t give a fuck about what or who is standing in front of her. Her whole attitude has my interest piqued. “I’m here safe and sound thanks to you, so you can run along back to your hidden dungeon or wherever it is you came from.”
“Safe?” I question, her body trembling as I move even closer. This bitch is far from safe with me around and that’s before my brother’s get ahold of her. The Dean should have known better than to leave this small, vulnerable creature in my hands. Destroying things is my whole personality. “You’re more deluded than I first thought if you think you’re safe here.” My lips curve as her eyes widen in horror.
“Whatever,” she says breathlessly, trying to brush off my warning but the quiver of her lips gives her real feelings away. “I know what you’re trying to do…”
“Oh yeah… and what’s that?”
“I’m the new girl, right. It makes sense for you to scare me.”
“I could always show you my dungeon if you don’t believe me.” I tease her some more, unable to stop myself. It’s so fucking easy to get a reaction from her. She moves back a step trying to put some distance between us but I match her, closing the space between us again. Instinctively, my hand reaches out, finding her chin and I squeeze hard, forcing those pretty hazel eyes to look at me, and only me. “You’re not stupid enough to deny me again, are you?” My voice is a heated growl and she flinches at the sound.
She tries to move her head, but I press my thumb and forefinger deeper into her flesh, but she still refuses to bite. Refusing to give me the reaction I so desperately crave. Such a stubborn little bitch. “I’m sure this is you asking me twice, something you swore you didn’t do.”
She’s a smart ass too. My free hand grips her waist and a small breathtaking gasp escapes her as I shove her back, slamming her body into the door. “That smart ass mouth is going to get you in trouble.”
She opens her mouth to argue with me, before she quickly closes it again and a welcome of her image of her dropping to her knees, taking my solid dick like a good girl takes over my mind.
Soon.I tell myself.
“You have a lot to learn if you want to survive here.” I warn as her eyes continue to burn into mine, her defiance and stubbornness refusing to let up even for a fucking second.
“Let me guess,” she says through gritted teeth. “You’re going to be the one who teaches me everything I need to know.” Her heart shaped face is set, her eyes ablaze with a wild fury and it gets me so fucking hard. A challenge that I’m more thanhappy to accept. Fuck, if I didn’t despise this bitch already, I’d be impressed. I can’t remember a time when someone had the balls to stand up to me let alone deny my advances. Maybe she thinks I’ll give her a free pass because she’s the new girl, but that’s not how I roll.
I don’t believe in second chances. You shoot your shot and hope for the best. Fuck me over, mistake my erratic behavior as a weakness then it’s only fair they pay the price.
“Buttercup, you’re not ready for all the things I’m going to do to you.” Biting down on my lower lip I allow my eyes to trail down her body, drinking in the curve of her breasts as they rise and fall rapidly, memorizing every detail, committing it to memory. Forcing myself to remember just how good she looks before I destroy her, and not for the better. I need to know if she feels as good as she looks.
“I’m tired.” She sighs, thinking of anyway she can deter me. What she doesn’t know is I’m relentless. It’s not in my DNA to give up. When I want something, I make sure I go out of my way and won’t stop until I get it. “I’m not interested in your games. I also don’t care if you get all macho on me, but I’d appreciate it if you fucked off.”
There she goes running that smart ass mouth again. “Ahh… now that would be too easy.”
“Do you have a problem or something?” She demands, losing what little patience she has left. Good. I like to wear my prey down. It means they’re less likely to fight back when I finally strike. Ready to take what’s mine.
Her back is still flat against the door but she forces herself up onto her tiptoes. Even at her highest she still onlyreaches my shoulders. “It sure sounds like you’re the one with a problem.”
“Read my fucking lips, asshole.” Is she fucking blind? All I’ve been able to do is look at her lips, imagining what they’d feel like wrapped around my dick as I force it all the way to the back of her throat. “You…” she bites out, her teeth clenched and fuck, she looks pretty damn cute like this. All angry and defenseless. “You… are… the… fucking problem.” She emphasizes each word for me like I’m slow or something. Like I said, cute. “And you’re sick in the head.”
A sinister smile takes over my face and in one fluid motion I drop my hand from her waist, reaching for the metal door handle behind her before pushing it open. She falls backward, straight into the darkened room, her eyes wide and furious.
My dick throbs against the restraint of my jeans as I stand over her cowering body. “Oh, Buttercup. You’re fast becoming the problem.” Without hesitation my hand shoots out and wraps perfectly around her throat, causing her to lash out, digging her nails into my flesh, trying her damned hardest to fight me off. What she doesn’t know is I love pain. It fuels me and turns me on like nothing else. “I can either dispose of you like the rest of my problems or I can fuck the problem out of you.”
