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Clever girl.
She reaches the side door that leads to the garage and waits, finding a small alcove to hide herself. Going for a car, smart.
“Hello, Rhiannon. Going somewhere?” I lean against the wall.
She jumps at my words and then brushes her hair over her shoulder. “Actually, yeah, I am. I’m leaving. This is getting real old, so don’t try to stop me, Xavier.”
I laugh. “Rhiannon, sweet little Rhi, I’m not only going to stop you, but now I’m going to punish you as well.”
Her eyes widen. “I’ll put up a fight.”
I swoop in and lift her by her legs, draping her over my shoulder.
“Oh, I hope so. I really hope so.”
Chapter 23
Rhiannon
Punish me? It’s no use trying to wiggle free. The only thing it's getting me is half naked. All the bumping and jostling has my black tank pushed up to my armpits and my yoga pants easing down.
The dark wood floor of the hallway passes quickly beneath his angry strides. I've no idea where he's taking me, but I'm not giving up without a fight. So, I balance on his shoulder as best I can and reach down his broad back to slip my fingertips beneath his shorts, right to the edge of his briefs. And then... I grip the cotton band and give a yank.
Hard.
Take that, asshole.
“Goddammit, Rhiannon,” he spits out.
I nearly let go when he slaps my ass. The sting is sharp, and he lands another one when I tug with all my might. “What are you fucking five?”
“What are you? A Neanderthal?”
Another slap lands before tiles blur as he stalks faster, and then I'm forced to let go when he maneuvers and drops me on the granite countertop of his kitchen.
The air sizzles between us. “What's wrong? The big bad Xavier doesn't like wedgies?” I taunt.
I'll admit, I've never been truly afraid of Xavier until this moment. It's not fiery anger igniting in his blue eyes, it's glacial iciness. Anger I can handle, form a defense against. This cold silence, with his chest rising and falling, scares me.
“Give me your shirt,” he orders.
“What?”
“Do it.”
Pick your battles. This isn't one I'm going to win, so I remove my tank, and I really should listen to myself, because I don't place it in his outstretched hand, nope, instead I fling it at his gorgeous face. He's not too happy when he snatches it off his head.
Before I can blink an eye, he twists it around my wrists, binding them.
His eyes drop to my lacy black bra before he steps between my legs, bracing his hands beside me. “You're going to regret that, Rhi,” he warns, barely above a whisper. “Bad girls get punished.”
That line coming from his lips, scares me more than what he's become. It does something to my insides, causes a flutter low in my belly. I shouldn't like the way it sounds. The goal is to get out of here, once and for all, not get turned on.
Before I can think of a plan, he flips me over and bends my upper body against the counter until my cheek rests against the cool surface.
Everything happens so fast.
So fast I can't think.
