Page 19 of Catching the Kot'oll Driver

I sit up as soon as his hands leave me. “No. I’d rather sleep on the floor.”

He sneers. “What’s wrong with the bed?”

“It’s yours.”

“I’m giving it to you.”

“I refuse.”

He points at the floor. “This is my spaceship and my rules.”

I roll my eyes. “Except I don’t care about that. When I said no, I mean that.”

He flexes his arms. “Stay on the bed.”

“Why are we even arguing about this? It’s not that important.”

“You’re the one who keeps arguing with me.”

“I hate it when males like you think that I can be told what to do.”

He grunts. “It has nothing to do with that.”

“You said I should get the bed because that’s what a male should do, but I’ve told you—”

Before I can finish my sentence, he slaps his hand on my mouth to cut me off. He hisses. “Stop being a bitch and just sleep.”

Ha! Now that he said that, I’m sure not staying here. I slap his hand off me. “You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

I get off the bed and run to the door. He grunts. “You’re such a crazy one.”

Before I even get to the door, he wraps his arms around me from behind and lifts me. My feet can’t even touch the ground. I grab his arm and kick him, but he is at an annoying height that I can’t kick his balls.

He hisses. “I don’t understand why you hate staying on the bed this much.”

“Let me go!” I hiss at him, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Feel free to scream, no one will hear you.”

My heart skips a beat as he puts me on the bed again. What does that mean? I can scream however I want and... No one will be there for me, and I’ll have to stay alive on my own.

He takes a step back, letting go of me as if he is going to make sure I stay on the bed. I stare at the ceiling, my mind drawing blank all of a sudden. It feels like he shot a bullet at me with his words, knocking me unconscious.

He says, “Looks like you can finally behave.”

Behave? Just because he said so?

I jump up on the bed, but he hops onto the bed, almost as if he knows my next move. I spin around to kick him, but he grabs my ankles and pins my legs to the side.

Fuck... now he has me spread wide and...

He still has two hands to do whatever he wants.

He says, “Why can’t you just accept the gift of the bed? Then we don’t have to be fighting over this stupidity.”

I almost can’t listen. All I know is... He is between my legs and my arms aren’t long enough to help myself and I surely can’t get out of his grip.

He tilts his head to the side. “Now, where are you staring?”

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