Tears push at my eyes, my heart breaking with feelings I shouldn’t have. “So do it now,” I sob. “Just leave, Flynn.”
His face twists but he shakes his head. “I can’t. You’re on his radar now, it’s not safe for me to just leave you.” He gives me a sad smile. “And even if it was, I’m not sure I could. You’re in my bones, Hazel.”
I don’t say anything because I know what he means. I feel him down to the marrow, and I don’t understand how I can want to push him away and cling to him so tightly at the same time.
“This isn’t okay,” I say, my voice breaking. “You gave me a teddy named after a serial killer!”
Flynn grabs hold of my shirt again and tugs me in towards him. “For the record, I am not like his namesake. He’s the kind of man I kill.”
I close my eyes. “I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Talk about killing people like it’s normal. Like it’s every day. Like, oh, I’m just heading out to the store and then I’m going to dismember a rapist.”
Flynn blinks at me. “Would you rather I let the rapist live?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know!” Senator Claren’s face flashes into my mind and I feel sick because part of me does want Flynn to kill him. He deserves it after what he did tonight, after what he did to Hope.
Flynn lets go of my shirt and trails his hand down my face. “You’re right. Nothing about this is okay. You should run far, far away from me.” He dips his head and his teeth scrape his bottom lip. “I’m just not sure I’ll let you if you try.”
Desire shoots through me and I’m pretty sure I should be worried that being threatened turns me on but honestly, we’re way past that. “What if I don’t want to run away? What if I want to fight?”
Flynn’s nostrils flare and he crashes his lips into mine.
The kiss is angry, both of us battling each other with every tangle of tongues and bruising touch. I cling to him, curling my fingers around the back of his neck and pulling him closer as my core tightens.
Flynn shifts so his leg is between my thighs and I gasp, grinding against him because I need his touch like I need air and I fucking hate that.
I think he must read my mind because Flynn’s hand snakes around my throat and he lifts me up till we’re both standing and I’m balancing on tip toes. “You’re going to be the death of me,Hazel Halloway,” he murmurs against my lips then he snags my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, hard.
I moan, the sharp pain shooting straight to my clit, but I’m not done being angry. “Fuck you, Flynn,” I whisper.
Flynn spins us around and shoves me down onto the bed. His hand comes back to my throat as he straddles me, pinning my hips to the mattress. “Good idea.”
I stare up at him from under my eyelashes, arousal and anger swimming in my head. “It wasn’t a suggestion.”
Flynn cocks his head. “Funny, neither were my orders and yet you seemed to think you could get away with ignoring them.”
Crap.
“So now you’re going to lie there and let me use you however the fuck I want.”
“And if I don’t?” I lift my chin but that only makes me more aware of his fingers on my throat, and heat flushes through me.
“Then I’ll do it anyway because you’re not the only one who’s angry and right now, my Little Lilac, I want to use you like you’re my own personal fuck toy.”
I press my lips together to suppress another moan.
Flynn lifts up and knocks my thighs apart, his free hand brushing over my core and dipping between my cheeks.
I tense and try to pull away but Flynn just shakes his head and squeezes my throat as he presses a finger against my tightest hole. He dips his head low and trails his mouth along my jaw. “This is mine, Hazel. You are mine and I will do to you whatever the fuck I want. And you will be a good little girl and let me.”
Adrenaline rushes through me as liquid heat gushes between my thighs. I’m not quite ready to give in yet though, so I turn my head until my lips brush Flynn’s ear and whisper two words which seal my fate.
“Make me.”
Flynn chuckles low and dark, like something out of a horror movie, and fear courses through me.
