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What do I want? I tap at my chin with my finger, acting as if I’m thinking. I already know what I want. I’ve thought about it often over the last three days. I want to hurt her. Make her pay, but I also want her body. I want to feel her come apart under my touch. I want her to scream my name with both pain and pleasure. Maybe I can combine those two?
“I told you what I wanted. I told you to leave, but you refused, so now we play my game, my way, and by my rules.” I lean into her tiny little body, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Her beautiful eyes refuse to meet mine. What a shame.
“I warned you, Willow, and now I’m going to teach you a lesson, teach you that I’m in charge here. That I’m in charge of everything, everyone… including you.”
I watch her shudder, and like the sick fuck I am, it makes me smirk.
Yes, Willow, be afraid… be very afraid.
“Nate, wait at the door and make sure no one gets in here.”
“Why can’t Warren do it?” He whines.
“’Cause I’m telling you to do it,” I snap. I also don’t like the way he looks at her like she’s some piece of meat. She is mine. To hurt, to mark. Without looking over at Warren, I know he has a shit-eating grin on his face. I’ll deal with him later, right now, I need to put on my best mask, and make sure Willow knows that I mean business.
At my word, Nate releases her with a shove and waltzes to the door, clearly irritated by my request. Too fucking bad.
“Get up,” I tell Willow as I get up from my own seat.
“No,” she growls, shaking her head. Her strength is arousing, but so is the thought of breaking her, of feeling her throbbing pulse beneath my hands.
“Get up, or I’ll make you.” I bark. At my threat, she gets up while staring daggers through me, and I’m sure if she could strike me dead with one single look, I’d be dead by now. Warren gets up as well, and walks around the table, stopping at Willow’s other side.
“Strip,” I order, just to see if she would. I won’t actually let her do it, not in front of my friends, but I want to see her reaction.
“What?!” Her eyes round with shock, her sexy little mouth popping open, and I wonder what she thinks we are going to do. Beat her up?
“You heard me. Strip, and do it slowly. I think you owe me a little show.”
Fists clenched at her side, she curls her pink lip, “I owe you nothing!”
“Strip,” I repeat, my voice harder.
“Fuck you!” She spits and I smirk. I figured she wouldn’t do it, but it’s fun to see her all worked up.
“Warren, hold her.” My words have barely left my lips when Warren is behind her, grabbing hold of her wrists. She struggles, but he overpowers her easily, pulling her arms behind her back. I step directly in front of her, grabbing onto her shoulders to immobilize her further.
“You really shouldn’t have done what you did.” Her eyes go wide with fear, but I have to give her props, she doesn’t scream or cry like I expected her to. All she does is stare at me, a sneer on her lips and fire in her eyes that tells me she’s a little too proud to beg for my forgiveness right now.
With her chin held high, she opens her mouth to speak again. “Fuck you. You’re nothing but a sicko who gets off on hurting people.”
I should probably be offended by her accusation, but instead, I smirk, because the truth is, she isn’t wrong. I do get off on hurting people. People who hurt my family, people like her…
With her arms pinned behind her back, I make use of the freedom and reach for the button of her skinny jeans. If my cock weren’t already harder than steel, it would be now.
Undoing the button and zipper, I watch with calculated eyes as her whole body stiffens, her chest rising and falling rapidly, drawing my attention to her perky breasts that remain hidden underneath her sweater.
I would love to strip her bare right now, right here on the table, next to the beakers and burners in the center. To open her legs and see her pretty pussy, to find out if she’s as innocent as she looks. The only thing stopping me is my two douchebag friends being here. I don’t like them seeing too much of her, I don’t want to share what’s mine.
So instead, I do the next best thing.
With her pants undone, I slowly move my fingers just inside her waistband, listening at the uptick of her breath. Her face is a mask that I can’t penetrate, at least not yet. The soft fabric of her silky panties connects with the pads of my fingers, and I bite back a groan. I had always envisioned her to be a silk and lace kind of girl. I smirk, seeing her hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her sweater.
