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“Do you really think you’re the first man in my life to tell me I’m worthless, Mr. Middleton? Don’t give yourself that much credit. Do you think a few harsh words are going to make me sit in a corner and cry or wander into the city at night? Well, fuck you.”
The fire is returning to her eyes, and that pleases me.
And apparently, it also pleases my dick.
Chapter 16
I Want More
HUNTER
Itear open the alcohol swab, my movements steady, silently wishing for my hard-on to settle down.
“You keep surprising me, Miss Taylor.”
“Why?” She spits out. “Because I don’t let you walk all over me? Or because I’m not ready to kiss your ass like everyone else?”
I smile lightly before turning to face her and gripping her chin. My hold is firm but gentle as I press the disinfectant on the cut on her cheek.
“Because the fact that I just shot and tortured one of your neighbors in front of you doesn’t seem to bother you that much. I’m surprised you’re sitting here talking back to me as if nothing has happened.”
She falls quiet and then mutters under her breath, “Well, it’s not like they didn’t deserve it.”
Vicious little kitten.
“True,” I admit, my hand pausing as she hisses in pain.
The curve of her jaw is lovely, I muse to myself. Her face is so delicately formed, her lips a little pouty, but only when she’s angry. Her eyes have this endearing wariness in them whenever they land on me. She doesn’t trust me, which is smart, but she also doesn’t entirely fear me, which is ... interesting.
“Also, if you wanted to hurt me, you wouldn’t be sitting here trying to patch my face up. The way I see it, there’s nothing to fear.”
She hasn’t grasped the most important part. I don’t do this for any of my employees. Hell, I don’t do this for anyone. I lied when I said she wasn’t special. All I see when I look at her is special. The shit is blinding.
Obviously, there’s something about Megan that continues to draw me in like a moth to a flame. She’s a college kid, whom I promoted to manager of my club practically overnight and whom I allow to speak to me in whatever disrespectful tone she feels like.
This is like the goddamn twilight zone. Anybody else would be dead three times over.
“Turn your cheek,” I command.
Reluctantly, when she turns her head, she has to face me, and I see the flash of awareness in her eyes before she looks away. However, I still continue to make an inspection of her, taking in the bruises from this afternoon and also from this night. I don’t like the sight of them. She looks like she’s been through a bar fight... and lost.
“Next time you want to storm off, you tell Parker to drive you home. That’s what he’s there for.” My tone is a little hard, and her eyes widen.
“But that would bespecialtreatment,” she says in a mocking tone. “And you’ve made it quite clear that you don’t find me the least bit special.”
“You keep mentioning that,” I say through gritted teeth. “Maybe my opinion matters more to you than you want to admit.”
“Maybe,” she shrugs casually. “Or maybe I’m just trying to understand why every time I turn around, there you are, trying to talk to my un-special ass, help my un-special ass, fix my un-special ass, sniff up my–“
My free hand darts forward, grabbing her by the neck and pushing her back as I loom over her. I can feel her blood pulsing through her jugular vein, and for a moment, I forget that she has bruises over her face or that she’s been through a traumatic event.
I press her into the back of the couch, my eyes narrowed, my dick hard. “Do you really want to keep pushing me like this, Miss Taylor?”
I’m not hurting her.
I’m very careful of my grip.
But then she’s also not scared of me.
