Page 17 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Four

“There’s a difference between running away and knowing when you’re at a disadvantage, and following some random fae lord into his territory is an error in strategy and intelligence.”

“Are you calling me dumb?”

He makes a tsk sound. “No, Mouse. Inexperienced is the better word.”

I pull out of his grip and cross my arms over my chest. I hate that he’s right. And we did just establish some new rules within our relationship and here we’re already testing the limits.

I want to make perhaps unwise decisions and Bran wants to keep me from doing it.

We stand off against one another. His eyes glimmer with golden anger.

“No,” he says, reading my stubbornness.

“Yes.”

“Mouse, I will not hesitate to throw you over my shoulder and cart you back to the house and chain you to a fucking bed.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You wouldn’t.”

He takes another step toward me, nostrils flaring. “Try me.”

Do I hate this idea? I feel like either way, I’m winning here. If he lets me chase after Arion and the other fae, I’m getting my way. If I disobey him, he’ll chain me to the bed and maybe do other things to me.

I take two steps backward. Bran’s jaw flexes.

“Mouse.”

I can’t help it—a tease of a smile spreads over my face. I need this. We need this.

I step off the sidewalk, but before my foot hits the street, Bran has me in his arms and thrown over his shoulder.

It happens so fast, the world spins.

“Hey! Come on!” I say, but my fight is full of laughter.

Bran pulls out his cell phone and makes a connection.

Someone answers on the other end. “Yes, Mr. Duval?”

“Get me a length of chain. Have it in my bedroom in ten minutes.”

“Yes, sir.”

Bran hangs up and then smacks my ass. A high-pitched yelp escapes me.

“Naughty little mouse,” he says and then carts me off into the night.

Episode 59

Make Me Do As You Please

In no time at all, we’re back at Duval House and in the Anneliese with me chained to our bed.

The chain clanks against the frame when Bran clamps a metal cuff around my wrist. I don’t even ask where he got a metal cuff with a perfect eye ring welded into the side on such short notice.

Once the cuff lets out a loud ting as the teeth lock into each other, Bran darts away.

“Where are you going?” I ask, not even bothering to hide the eagerness or flare of disappointment in my voice.

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