Page 26 of Ferocious Nightmare

“Are you insane?” I must have shocked him so much that he stopped walking because I heard his hurried steps to catch up with me. "Aster. Wait."

I didn't. If he didn't trust me, or himself, that was fine. I didn’t have time for sexist bullshit this morning. I could get the information I needed elsewhere. "I have things to do, Dante. You'd better keep up with me if you want to keep your job."

I was suddenly jerked in the air as Dante grabbed me by the hips and threw me over his shoulder, heading back in the direction of Coulter's room. I squealed out, kicking my feet. "Put me down!”

"There’s zero chance in hell I'm letting you talk to David. Coulter would cut my dick off, then watch me bleed out."

“Then you'd better give me the information I want." We'd made it back to my room and Dante set me down on my feet. I stared him down as he slammed the door behind us. "You can't keep me locked up anymore. I’m not your prisoner."

He stared at me with a stubborn scowl on his face.

I sighed, tugging the hair tie off my wrist and pulling it into a messy bun at the top of my head. “Look. Every day that passes, the black lines under Coulter's eyes only grow bigger. He's exhausted. Is he even sleeping?"

Dante didn't answer me.

"I'm just trying to help him."

No response.

Fine. I was going to have to play dirty.

Gripping the bottom of my tank top, I pulled it over my head, tossing it on the floor. In the two seconds that it had taken me to do that, Dante had taken several steps away from me.

"What are you doing?"

Giving him a seductive look, I began to shimmy my sweatpants over my hips and down my thighs.

"Stop." Dante's voice was a strange, strangled growl, but I only grinned, stepping out of them.

"I lose an article of clothing for each second you don't answer me," reaching behind me, I tugged on the back of my bra snap, "so you have about two seconds to agree to give me information, or everything comes off." I tilted my head to the side, “Hey, do you know where my phone is? I wanna take a pic.”

“Stop.” he growled. “I’ll do it.”

Oh, he was pissed. If looks could kill, I'd be on the floor in a heart-stopping heap right now.

My grin stretched wider and I unhooked my bra. "Are you sure?"

He let out a strange choking noise, swiveling to turn away from me. "I'm sure. Okay? Put your bra back on."

"If you say so." I clasped it close again, taking a minute to get it right, then put my clothes on. "You can look now."

When he turned around, his face was a dark scowl. “You are a manipulative bitch.”

“Awe. Thanks!”

He sighed, running his hand over his face. “Just tell me what you want to know.”

I went back to the spot on the floor and picked my iPad back up, turning it on with my fingerprint, then patted the floor next to me. "Sit down."

He looked at me warily as he made his way towards me, and I gave him an angelic smile. "You're not afraid of me, are you, Dante?"

He just shook his head. “No, but we're never telling Coulter that this happened, are we clear?"

"Of course,” I scoffed. “I wouldn't want you to lose your balls."

He gave me an incredulous look but sat next to me, “Let's just get this over with."

"I agree," I nodded. “It’s much quicker when you just do what I say.” I didn’t look up at his reaction but opened the app where I could take notes, "Now, I want you to tell me about David."

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