I throw my hands up and spin around. I’m having a hard time concentrating on being pissed when he’s still wearing the Ghost mask.
“Dean wasn’t caught today, and I'll be damned if you are going to head out to the middle of nowhere, drunk, and mad at me,” he tells me, his arms falling to his sides as he pushes off the door.
He has a point when it comes to Dean not being caught. But the rest is a real reach.
”Look at me, Ember.” I feel Harley’s presence behind me. “You didn’t have a problem looking at me a while ago.” I hear the smug smile in his voice.
Fuck.
He totally caught me eye fucking him at the party. And what’s worse, I didn’t know it was him.
I turn around and meet his eyes, his mask gone.
“I’m still pissed at you,” I tell him, advancing on him. “You invaded my privacy.” I poke my finger into him. “And on top of that, you had the audacity to be short with me!”
“You were mad! I didn’t know what you wanted from me in that moment.” He opens his palms at his sides. “You could have been done with me right then and there.”
“What happened to ‘never letting me go again’?” I push him back against the door with one hand. “I guess just take the time you need.”
“The time away wasn’t for me, Ember,” he says as he walks forward, and I match his steps. “It was for you, it'salwaysfor you.”
I stand here, still. Barely breathing as I take in his words.
“I already know that I’m in. Nothing will ever change that. But it was only fair that I let you come to your own realization,” he says as he looks down on me. “And based on the fact that you told Ghost Fuck to get lost, even after you were basically tearing my clothes off with your eyes in the kitchen,andyou didn’t know it was me, is confirmation enough to assume you have come to that realization.”
Despite sobering up quite a bit when I realized it was Harley, I still feel the buzz in my system.
I do love him, and I do want to be with him, but I had a right to be mad.
I think he genuinelywastrying to protect me. Maybe I should give him attitude for a little brat treatment.
I stand, crossing my arms together in front of my chest, and pop my hip to the side. I raise my right eyebrow and purse my lips. I hope the brat is oozing off of me.
“Also, you and Ensley should definitely stay in your current professions, because being sneaky is not the profession for you.” He stands in front of me with a smug look written across his face.
Fucking fuck.
Harley observes my body language and raises his own eyebrow. He lets out a small smile before he drops his head. He looks up slightly, eyeing me from under his eyelashes.
Without another word, he slips the mask back over his head.
“Do I need to show you how bad you want me, you little fucking brat?” he says as he walks towards me.
This time I don’t move away as he closes the distance. “And what if I fucking do?”
Without hesitation, Harley yanks my tulle skirt up. I stagger back in shock, but he has a firm hold on my skirt. The resistance of his hold keeps me upright. He rips the tulle at the end of my outfit smooth off.
I look at the scrap of material in his hand, and my eyebrows pull together in confusion. I open my mouth to ask what the hell he’s doing, but he grabs my wrists and wraps them together. He pulls a tight knot to secure my wrists.
He pulls me forward until I’m standing in front of the shower. He quickly removes his leather jacket, tossing it onto the counter, revealing that he’s wearing a black button up shirt, tucked into his black denim jeans. If I wasn’t drooling at his all black outfit, I would absolutely need assistance with the slutty harness he is wearing over the top of his button up.
He slowly unbuttons the sleeves of his shirt and rolls them up to his elbows.
I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.
With a quickness, he unbuckles his harness and tosses it over the shower curtain rod. I track the movement above me, and before I can register what he’s doing, my arms are above me and Harley has tied my wrists and buckled them snuggly.
Even being buzzed, I find myself feeling incredibly vulnerable as I stand with my legs parted and my hands secured above me.
