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“I don’t mind. Red happens to be my favorite color.” He tips his chin at the red patterns on my shirt. “Your style is cute.”
I don’t want to be cute to this bastard. I don’t want to be anything to him, because his attention?
It’s suffocating.
The only thing I breathe, see, or feel is him. The intoxicating scent, the intimidating physique, and the haunting presence.
“I’ve been thinking,” he muses, still stroking his fingers in my hair with no warmth whatsoever. “Aren’t you going to ask what I’ve been thinking about?”
“Not interested.”
“See, that’s where you do things wrong, Glyndon. If you continue antagonizing me for sport, you’ll only get yourself cut.” His tone holds no threat, not an obvious one, anyway. “As I was saying, I’ve been thinking about the best way to have your lips around my cock again. Are you game?”
“To bite your dick off for real this time? Sure.”
He chuckles, the sound soft, but his touch in my hair is anything but. “Careful. I’m allowing you to push, but don’t mistake my tolerance for acceptance. I’m not a generous man.”
“Shocker.”
“Your stubbornness can be grating, but we’ll smooth it out.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Go out with me for a ride.”
I stare at him, eyes big, waiting for him to laugh.
He doesn’t.
“Are you serious?”
“Do I seem like the joking type?”
“No, but you must be the delusional type if you think I’ll go anywhere with you.”
“Willingly.”
“What?”
“You won’t go anywhere with mewillingly. But I can find ways to drag you out of here and no one will see you.”
“My brother and cousins are up there,” I hiss, searching for them with my gaze.
Come on, Lan, even your craziness is welcome right now.
“They won’t see either,” he says casually. “If I choose to, no one will hear of you again and you’ll be a measly statistic.”
A shudder slashes down my spine because I know, I just know this is no joking matter to him and that if he chooses to, he could and would definitely keep his word.
“Stop it,” I whisper.
“I might consider that when you do what I asked for earlier and go on a ride with me.”
“So you have the green light to do as you threatened? If you actually kidnap me, no one will be the wiser since I went with you on my own feet.”
“That’s true, but I promise to return you safely.”
“Excuse me for not believing you.”
“Hmm.” He strokes the lobe of my ear, back and forth like an eerie lullaby. “What would make you believe me?”
“Nothing.” I breathe harshly, partly because of being in his presence and the fact that he won’t stop freaking touching me. I don’t react well to my sensory world and it shows. “I don’t trust you and never will.”
