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“I want you to apologize to me.” He said it again, crowding closer, towering over her. He wanted her to feel trapped, helpless, fearful of what he might do to her next.
All of it—and more—made his cock throb even harder. A wet spot was forming at the crotch of his underwear where his cock leaked.
Her breaths were almost pants now. “I… I already did. Didn’t you hear me?”
“You didn’t do it correctly.” He squeezed her arm harshly, and she winced. “I’m waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
But she knew.
“What’s your name?” He wanted to touch her breasts. Wanted to squeeze them. Hurt them. Make her cry out as he crushed those impudent nipples white within the cruel grip of his fingertips.
Yes. But not here.
“You can’tdothis,” she hissed, still twisting and struggling, though it was more for show than anything else now. The female seemed to know she wasn’t going anywhere unless he allowed it. “There’s… there’s cameras. Everywhere. They’llsee.”
“No, they won’t,” he said, giving her a slow, solemn shake of his head.
Her skin was a beautiful olive tone, an unusual combination with her dark cobalt eyes. Her hair was up in a stylishly messy bun, tendrils that had escaped showing it was wavy, long—but not dramatically so.
Perfect.
Her gaze flashed, twin points of color high in her cheeks. “I’ll scream.”
“You will—but you won’t be doing it out here.”
“P-please,” she said softly, apparently trying a different tack. “I… I don’t live far from here. I just… I’m trying to get home.”
He considered it a moment. “You’re not walking home.”
“W-what?” She was trembling now. “Why are you… why are you doing this?”
“You’re going to pretend you don’t know who I am?” He stood so close, the heat of her body was like a torch upon his exposed skin. His cock practically screamed.
“I don’t… I don’t know who you are.”
It was a lie, of course. He could see it in her frightened eyes, the quivering of her blush lips.
And the earthy musk of her already wet cunt.
“You may not know who I am. But I know who you are. I knowwhatyou are. And I know what you need. I intend to give it to you, too, regardless of what your simple little mind thinks.” He clasped her throat, squeezing just enough to make her take a sharp breath. “Omega.”
Her pretty lips worked, but speech seemed to have deserted her, the woman’s hand only resting on his forearm now instead of clawing into it. He’d make sure she paid for that later, too.
“Come on.” He lowered his grip to her forearm, as one might a recalcitrant child throwing a tantrum. Passersby needed to see he had her well in hand, literally and figuratively.
The fact was she still couldmake one hell of a scene, if she were inclined to.
But something told him she knew already that such a decision would only make things worse for her.
Painfully worse.
Turning on his heel, he strode toward his car, dragging her along behind him as if she weighed nothing. Fortunately, she had the sense not to struggle anymore. But he still held her by the arm, saying nothing, not even looking back at her.
“Where are… where are we going?”
“To my car, Omega. I’m taking you home.”
