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“Because I didn’t want to.”
As he narrowed his eyes, he crushed me to his body, his cock pressing against my stomach. “Then so be it. As of right now, Chasity Garrington, you belong to me.”
CHAPTER12
Snake
Chasity.
Beautiful.
Ballsy.
Bratty.
Mine.
The words continuously flowed through my mind as I dragged her head down, capturing her mouth. I’d done it several times before, but the feel of having her in my arms in the only place that had ever given me peace forced me to realize I couldn’t do without her.
Some asshole had threatened her. That much I knew, even if Gage had refused to tell me what they’d been talking about. Roses. The lock change at her house. Some jerkoff breaking into her office. They all added up to a stalker, which yanked at every part of me. However, it had become painfully clear that she was hiding something from me. Maybe it was all about trust and I certainly hadn’t earned that level.
She’d thought I’d been asleep when she’d awakened from a traumatic nightmare. I’d heard her words, begging to be released. Her woeful sounds had dragged at every part of me.
The dream she’d suffered had seemed violent enough it drove me out of the most restful sleep I’d had in a long time. My thoughts were drawn back to the scars I’d noticed. Then I pulled my arm into the light, staring at the single time I’d sliced open my vein. It hadn’t been my finest moment, the permanent scar meant to keep my head in check. Was she a cutter? Is that how she handled pain?
No. I didn’t buy it. Still, something terrible had happened to her, the dream all the evidence I needed.
After awakening, she’d curled up in my arms and I’d known at that moment I should walk away from her. Not because of whatever she’d suffered but because I feared I could do worse. She didn’t need any extra baggage from me. It was also the very reason I’d walked into her office in the first place, guzzling down bourbon to calm my nerves. What I’d been searching for had nothing to do with my file. I’d wanted to see if I could find out what she was being forced to endure so I could rip the son of a bitch into shreds.
One thing was for certain. Whatever she’d gone through made my stories of torture inconsequential. I’d tried to walk away from her, but nothing had been able to snap the tether. No anger or frustration, no amount of alcohol or throes of violence. The painting had changed everything, making me want her even more.
Her suggestion for anger management had sealed her fate.
This woman would never be free of me, even as damaged as I was. She was mine. Period.
No one was going to touch her. Not a single soul. Or so help me God they wouldn’t recover from my wrath.
The taste of her set off bottle rockets in my brain, the need to consume her stronger than ever. Just having our lips crushed together ignited the savage beast in me. I wanted to have every inch of her naked skin next to mine. I craved having the full weight of my body crushing down on hers as I shoved my cock inside, but she deserved more than just the intimacy that had snared us in the first place.
She deserved everything.
My only concern was how she’d handle the ugliness of my life. Dread filled me, the kind that squeezed against my chest painfully. Would she end up hating me when she learned the truth?
Chasity pressed her fingers against my face, pulling away. Her breathing was as ragged as mine and when she pressed her forehead to mine, I sensed she was overwhelmed by what I’d said.
I backed away, dragging her with me. Just the way her eyes were searching mine meant she wasn’t certain I’d meant what I’d said in my sudden outburst. Hell, how could I blame her? I was a grenade ready to go off at any time. How much would she be forced to endure?
She sat down on the blanket, crossing her long legs, constantly eyeing the bag I’d brought with me. I would never be a romantic guy, but I couldn’t drag her all the way up here without something to eat or drink. It was a date after all.
“Are you going to sit down or stare at me from afar?” she asked, her tone teasing.
I sat down with a huff, yanking off my jacket, tossing it aside. “Satisfied?”
“Are you going to be grumpy all afternoon and evening?”
“What if I am?” I turned my head, giving her a heated look.
“Then I might thumb a ride back. I’m certain I can get one easily.” She yelped when I dragged her over my lap without hesitation, bringing my hand down across her butt several times. It was a shame she had jeans on. Grinning, the pinch as my cock pressed against the tough denim forced me to shift my hips. That only caused her to moan.
