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His lips turned down into a fierce scowl.
“You’re not going to run,” he immediately disagreed. “In fact, you’re not leaving this house until we figure out just what in the hell is going on here.”
I rolled my eyes. “What the fuck ever. You’re not the boss of me.”
However, after I slipped my shoes on and started to head toward the door, Zee’s big body blocked my way.
“Move,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him for good measure.
If he didn’t know that I was pissed at this point, he never would.
“Negative,” he said.
I pushed him on the chest with one hand. “Move.”
“I’m not moving.” He laughed in my face. “And it’s honestly quite cute how you think that you can force me to.”
“I can force you to.” I pushed him again.
He didn’t even rock back, and I’d put quite a bit of effort into the push.
Then he continued to laugh at me, and I got mad.
“Why are you such an asshole?” I screeched.
He bent over and picked me up around the waist, tossing me easily over his shoulder and carrying me bodily away from the door.
I glared at the gold knob, wishing that I had powers to control inanimate objects. If I had, I would rip that doorknob straight off the door and shove it up his ass.
“I’m not being an asshole,” Zee said as he took me deeper into his house. He stepped over his dog, a Golden Retriever named Bronco, and kept walking. Bronco didn’t even flinch at Zee’s movement. His ears did quirk up a bit, though. “You’re the one being irrational. There’s a guy out there murdering people, all because of some suggested slight on their part against you, and you want to go out and run without any protection?”
Now that he laid it out all bluntly like that, it wasn’t hard for me to understand why I hadn’t at least asked him to go with me.
I was blaming my lack of rationale on my lack of food.
That, or maybe not working out had really tanked my good sense.
But now that he was tossing me through the air, onto the bed, like a child, I was thinking maybe I wasn’t over my attitude just yet, even though he made valid points.
As he glared down at me, hands on his hips, I thought about what I’d do next.
Kicking him in the thigh hadn’t really been in my plans, but when I suddenly rolled over to make a mad dash toward the bedroom door, I caught his leg with my foot—hard.
However, despite my kicking him in the thigh, he was able to catch me around the ankle before I even made it all the way off the bed.
He dragged me back kicking and screaming, and then practically flattened me to the bed by allowing his entire body weight to smoosh me into the mattress.
“Listen, Wednesday Addams,” he groaned into my face. “You’re not leaving.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not goth. I’m me.”
“Whatever. You’re a pain in my goddamn ass,” he growled.
I contemplated punching him, but I settled for grabbing a handful of his beard and yanking his face down to mine.
“Get. Off. Me,” I growled.
He didn’t get off of me.
He kissed me.
Solidly.
So solidly, in fact, that I stopped struggling for a few long seconds.
Though those few seconds were all that he needed because the next thing I knew I had my pants off and he was forcing himself between my thighs.
I was dazed and confused as he suddenly turned me over onto my knees and forced my thighs open with his.
“Up on your knees,” he ordered.
“Fuck you.” I finally came back online and started struggling. “Get off me, you big bastard.”
He growled and bent down, sinking his teeth into my neck, causing me to still.
He didn’t hurt me, per se, but he did shock me enough that I once again went still, allowing him to yank me up onto my knees.
Slightly coming back to my senses, I rolled and tried to sit up, but before I could make it so much as into a half-crouch, he was once again following me down and pinning me to the bed.
I could feel his erection against my now-bare pussy, and I wondered if this was how it was going to be for us from now on.
All I had to do was feel his cock, and I was hot and wet for him.
Then again, I was already hot and wet for him, because riding back to town on the back of his motorcycle, including all the vibrating? Well, let’s just say that’d been part of why I was so pissed off.
With myself.
My body had zero control when it came to that man.
It was like a moth to a flame for me.
He only had to look at me, flick his finger in my direction, and I’d come running.
