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“Are you ready, Princess?”
Fuck, I hate how good he looks sitting on his bike. His dark waves blow lightly in the summer breeze, and his dark eyes sparkle with something akin to happiness. I was right, this is his element.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I mutter.
Then I look behind me, and for the briefest of moments, I consider making a run for it. With a sigh, I decide against doing anything reckless. I know I wouldn’t make it far before he’d have me pinned to the ground. And the more I act out, the longer it will take to get me what I really want.
“Try it,” Grayson chuckles, like he knows what I’m thinking. “I’ll even give you a two minute head start, Princess.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, refusing to let him know he’s caught me—well, proverbially, at least.
“Where would you even go?”
Right now, I hate the softness in his tone and eyes. He sees more than I like, and, frankly, it’s making me feel like his prey. It’s much easier to deal with him when he’s being domineering and controlling, then I can get angry and rebel. But I don’t know what to do or how to react when he’s being all reasonable and calm.
“That’s none of your business,” I hiss.
Grayson shakes his head again. “That’s where you’re wrong. Everything you do is my business.”
“Why?”
He chuckles. “I’ve already told you. You’re mine.”
Since it won’t help, I swallow down my immediate need to argue, and instead say, “I’m not yours, Grayson. Even if you put a fucking collar around my neck and force me to crawl for your amusement,again,you’ll never own me. Not really. Not all of me.”
A look that can almost be mistaken for contrition washes across his too handsome face. I know better, though. Despite sharing his sad life story with me, I’m not fooled. After everything he’s put me through, I know his vulnerability is as deceptive as his sweet caress.
Even the devil was once an angel. Grayson might have grown a conscience and realize he’s crossed the line multiple times. It’s too little too late, though. Putting the gun in my hand so I could hold it to his temple was a calculated move. Even if I don’t yet know what he wanted to gain from it, I know he had a plan. There’s no way he’d allow me that much power.
“I’ll never do that to you again,” he says, as though that’s the important part of what I just said only seconds ago.
I remain unmoved by his words. “Sure, sure,” I volley. “At least not until you change your mind.”
With those words, I climb on his bike, making myself comfortable behind him. My arms immediately weave around him, and as we set off, I move them under the fabric of his tee so I can touch his stomach.
I’d love to say it’s a calculated move, but if I’m being honest, it makes me feel safer when I touch his skin. A reminder he’s only human. Yeah, that’s all it is.
“You’ll come to believe me eventually,” he shouts over his shoulder before picking up speed.
I pretend I don’t hear him. Not that I need to. At the speed we’re going at now, he wouldn’t be able to hear my answer even if I gave him one.
While we wind through the back roads leading us to Santa Cruz, I mentally add to my mnemonic list.
Bastard Can Fuck Drenched Pussy Loudly.
Heblackmailedme with the videos he’s recorded.
Made mecrawlin front of him and one of his club brothers.
Forcedme to blow him at Dirty Diamonds. Not to mention the times he coerced my mind or body into having sex with him. Dress it up however you want, I still see it as a form of force.
Destructionof mom’s letter to me.
He didn’tprotectme and my family when we were attacked.
Leftme outside, naked and alone.
Making my list was easy, it’s what comes next that keeps stopping me. I already know I can’t take Grayson or the Cruz Kings on, but what I don’t know is how to come after him. Sure, I suspect I could be his weakness, that doesn’t mean I know how to use it.
