Page 10 of His Sold Fated Mate

“Aubrey!”

“Let go!”

I yanked her back, and we stumbled back, slamming into the ground.

“Fuck,” I cursed as she wiggled free. I rolled, but she’d already gotten herself up. She ran out of the bathroom, and I hurried after her. She was shoving at the desk, and I grabbed her. I was trying hard not to be rough, but she was like a fucking wild animal. She shoved at me, and we stumbled back. We landed on the bed, and I pinned her down. I shoved my knees against her thighs, giving her no room to move. The dress was hiked up, revealing her black thong.

My wolf growled with need, and I forced my eyes up. She was pressing against my hands that I had pinned above her head, trying to free herself. “Let me go!” she yelled.

“If you don’t stop yelling, I’m going to shove a god damn shirt into your mouth.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she snapped.

I pressed harder, and I knew I might leave bruises. I was done playing nice. I’d listened to her yammer for several hours. I had her implying the nastiest things, and I was fed up. I was tired, and the last thing I wanted was her to keep pushing my god damn buttons.

“I would like some peace and fucking quiet. So, if I have to shove something into your mouth to shut you up, I’ll do it.”

I watched her eyes widen, and I instantly knew what was going through her head. I released one of her hands and grabbed her chin. I was trying to be soft, Jesus, I was trying. “And if you imply that I’m trying to get my cock wet one more time, I swear to god, Aubrey, I will lock you in the bathroom and let you sleep in the tub.”

I let go. I took a step back and watched her slowly sit up. She rubbed at her wrists, and I pulled my gaze to the ground.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

I pinched my eyes. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Your vagina is practically on display. If I truly wanted to have you, Aubrey. I’d be having you right now.”

I could hear her tugging at her dress, and her face was beet-red now.

I grabbed the chair and sat back down. I looked back at the TV. “Just change and go to sleep.”

I had been a little surprised that she did. She slinked back into the bathroom and came back out a minute later. She was wearing one of my shirts, which looked more like a dress on her. She slid into the sheets, sleeping as far away from me as she could. She was curled on her side, her eyes on me, though.

“You going to sleep on the floor?”

I shrugged, looking back at the TV. I wasn’t sure how well I would sleep, if at all. She clearly was a runner. I also didn’t sleep in places where I wasn’t comfortable.

“Go to sleep,” I grumbled, leaning back in the chair.

“I bite, you know.”

“Nice to know.”

“So if you try anything, I will bite you.”

I glanced at her. “Go to sleep.”

“I scratched a man’s eye too before. He had to have it removed.”

I blew out a long breath. “As a sex worker, I’m sure you have plenty of stories that I don’t want to hear.”

“I’m not a sex worker.” Her voice came out softer.

“So you’re a whore then?”

She glared at me. “I’m not a whore.”

“Then what are you?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but stopped. She snapped it shut. She swallowed, pulling the blanket closer to her chest. I looked back toward the TV.