Page 36 of Wrecking Ball
Why did I let myself sleep with him, again?
It’s muddied everything.
I kind of already like Zoey because she doesn’t seem to take any shit from him––and probably doesn’t from anyone else either. I feel like she could be an ally in this fucked-up world I have found myself in. But no. He’s taken away the one teeny tiny sliver of me having a friend––even if she is his baby sister.
“Asshole,” I say angrily to myself before a knock at my bedroom door interrupts me. I turn and stare daggers at it, knowing that it will only be him on the other side. I take deep breaths, wishing he would just fucking leave me alone.
But of course, that isn’t going to happen, because the bastard opens the door without being invited in. Another breach of my personal space. Great.
“Come on in, why don’t you?” I say sarcastically as I cross my arms over my chest and lift my chin in defiance.
He quietly shuts the door behind him, and I have to wonder why he bothers––seeing as its only us in the house. Or is Zoey still here?
He stands there, his hands in his jogging bottom pockets, his T-shirt moulded to his body, and those sinfully dangerous eyes trained on me. I can’t deny that he is fucking fire when it comes to looks, but it takes more than someone’s exterior to win me over. It’s just a shame I know that he can have his moments, those ones where I see a softer side, where I could easily love him… but the asshole wins out, so I’m good with keeping my distance. There will be no more fucking. There will be no more nice words. There is only room for despising him.
“Kat,” he says on a sigh. “Look, you have to understand that you can’t just swan off somewhere without things being put in place.”
“You mean your men following me like some kind of low-rent bouncers,” I retort, and he scoffs.
“Hardly low-rent,” he mutters. “Only the best work for me, and I am not going to let whoever is watching you get close, or have you forgotten that there is someone out there who wants to toy with us?”
“Don’t you mean, you?”
“Probably, but who fucking cares about the specifics?”
“I do!” I say, my voice raised as I struggle to keep a lid on my emotions.
“Don’t act like a petulant child, Kat,” he scolds me, and I narrow my eyes on him.
“Stop that,” I say as I move forward and point a finger in his face. “Don’t dismiss me just because you don’t like the way I act. Here’s news for you, Nate, I don’t much like it either, but I am so suppressed, and I feel so trapped that I have no outlet––”
“You want an outlet?” he interrupts, and our eyes bore into each other’s.
I can feel that heat building, the tension, the tingling, the anticipation, the fire, the anger, and every goddamn emotion in-between. And this is what fucks me up.
“Come on,” he says as he takes hold of my wrist and drags me from my bedroom. I don’t try to stop him because what is the point? He’s stronger than me and even if I were to try and fight him off, he’ll still find a way to make me do what he wants. So, I follow, and even as his fingers grip my wrist tight, I’m not scared of him or where he is taking me.
He takes me down the stairs and through the kitchen, and then out to the back garden. I follow him through the plush surroundings which go on for miles––as do we––until we come to a building that is on the edge of the property, the high walls behind it surrounding the perimeter of his land.
I’ve seen the building before, but with no windows and a locked door, I have no idea what is in here.
Nate taps in a code and the door unlocks––because of course keys would be too much hassle. He pulls the door open and leads me inside.
The room is dark because of no natural light being let in, and when Nate lets go of my wrist and closes the door, it is pitch fucking black. Good job I’m not afraid of the dark.
I feel Nate behind me, his body close, and I suck in a shaky breath.
I feel his fingers lightly touch my left shoulder before he slowly trails them down my arm, goosebumps left in their wake.
He does the same on the other side before he moves my hair away from my neck, pushing it to one side, and then his breath is feathering over my skin. I have to stop myself from leaning back into him and letting him take me to where my body wants to go.
“Do you feel that?” he whispers, and I close my eyes and grit my teeth together to not give in to all of the urges I have to kiss this man.
“What?” I manage to reply, my voice echoing a little around the room.
“That pull. That rush.”
Yes. Fuck yes, I feel it, and I don’t want to. But I don’t say that. I stay quiet, allowing myself a few moments to relish in having him close whilst we’re in the dark, unseen, a stolen moment.
