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“Pain.” He says the word slowly, as he strokes that finger over my lip again.
“I like to create it and I like the way it looks on people.” He rests his other hand against the wall behind my head and I can smell the liquor on his breath as he gets closer.
“And you think it would look good on me?” I ask bravely, watching his lips kick up into a tiny sadistic smile.
“Pray to God that you never have to find that out.”
His soft touch turns firm when his hand suddenly clutches my cheeks, squeezing them together, and forcing my mouth to open.
“You think this is a game, sweet thing? You're wrong. My people don’t bury the secrets they want kept, we tear ‘em apart, piece by fucking piece. And some of us… the real fucked up ones like me, really fucking enjoy doing it. Don’t underestimate the trouble you’re in, little girl.”
Releasing his grip, he cruelly smothers his whole palm over my face, pushing it aside like he’s offended by it. Then he stumbles out the room, with the dog following behind him.
I wake up with something wet sliding over my jaw. My head thumping, and a mouth drier than the Arizona desert.
I’m lying out in the hall in front of the living room door, clutching a newly opened bottle of Jack to my chest. And I realize it’s Duke, that’s what I’ve been calling the dog, who's responsible for the something wet as he continues to lick my face and stir me awake.
Pushing him off, I manage to sit up, rubbing my fingers to my temples and trying to focus. How much did I drink last night? I remember finishing a bottle of Jack and it looks a lot like I started on another one before I passed out.
I shouldn’t have been drinking on the job and suddenly I panic, standing up and opening the door into the living room. When I step inside, I’m relieved to see that she’s still there, though if looks had the ability to kill I’d be struck down on the spot from the one she’s giving me.
It looks kinda hot on her though, wild eyes and lips twisted up somewhere between disgust and damn outright fury.
“How dare you leave me like this overnight? I haven’t been able to sleep. My neck is hurting and I’m desperate to pee. Seriously I don’t know what…”
“Give it a rest.” I scrub my hand over my face. I really ain’t in the mood for her shit today. I spent the whole day yesterday keeping out her way. Hoped that avoiding her would shut off all the thoughts in my head. And when that didn’t work, I tried hitting the bottle instead.
This hangover is all her fucking fault.
I know how it works, the girl thinks she can fuck me over with temptation. It’s a smart move on her part. What she doesn’t realize is that I am the master of the head fuck.
Somehow my attempts to avoid her resulted in me spending most of last night staring at her. Imaginarily asking her all the questions I want the answers to, and making up my own conclusions to them.
“Brax, I’m starving, and I’m dirty. I want a shower.” If the brat had the ability to cross her arms and stomp her feet, I guarantee that’s what she’d be doing.
I huff and shake my head as I stomp over to her and pull the handcuff key from my pocket. After releasing her, I take her arm and drag her on to her feet, forcing her out the door and into the hall.
“Where are you taking me?” she snaps.
“You just said you needed the bathroom, so I’m taking you to the bathroom,” I bite back impatiently.
“Does your head hurt?” She stops and turns her body into mine, almost sounding sympathetic.
“A little,” I admit, making the mistake of looking into those pretty, wide eyes.
“Good,” her tone suddenly turns vicious, and she shocks the fuck out of me when she pulls back her head and spits at my face. Warm saliva trickles into the crease of my nose while pure rage claws inside me. Somehow I keep it contained, clenching my fingers deeper into the top of her arm while my other hand slowly wipes it away.
“That was a brave move,” I tell her, flaring my nostrils and letting her think for a second that she’s gotten away with it, before I grab at her jaw with my slippery fingers and tilt her head so she can’t pull away from me. Her eyes seethe at me with hatred, and for just a tiny second, I imagine how they’d look if I took the life out of them.
I roll my tongue around the inside of my cheek and think about what I should do next. I could kiss her stern little lips, that would shock her, but instead I decide to give her a taste of her own medicine, and I spit right back at her.
My saliva hits her cheek, just beneath her left eye, and I watch it slip over her skin with a sick sense of satisfaction that I wasn’t expecting. It’s what distracts me from her palm when it comes out of nowhere and strikes me hard on my cheek.
“You’re an asshole,” she barks at me, and I squeeze my fingers deeper into her flesh, forcing her to move backward. Her feet struggle to keep up with my pace as I push her into the bathroom and when her ass hit’s the basin unit, I slide my fingers down to her throat and make sure the back of her head presses into the mirror behind her. My cock strains hard against her stomach and I don’t give a fuck if she feels it. She won’t admit it, but that’s the part of me she fears the most.
“Don’t you ever raise your fuckin’ hand to me again,” I warn, getting another glimpse of that fear I’ve been craving from her. It’s fucking addictive. Her skin heats beneath mine and her pulse throbs against my fingertips.
“Ya got that?”
