Page 114 of Obsession

“Are you fucking someone else?”

Her eyes widen, but her lips still don’t move.

“I will say this once.” I lower my head and whisper in her ear for effect. “If you let another man so much as touch you, I’ll slice off his hands and gift them to you in a pretty red box. You belong to me, Megan.”

“I’m not your property,” she hisses, her voice defiant. “I’m going along with whatever this is between us because you’re a pushy bastard, but that’s pretty much it.”

Amusement and anger run side by side within me at her response. She pushes all of my buttons, even the good ones.

“If it was just about me being pushy, I think you would have walked away from me a long time ago.” My tongue darts out to lick the rim of her ear, and I smile in cold satisfaction when she shivers. “You want me so desperately; I can feel it in the air. I just have to touch you, and your delicious pussy immediately gets wet for me. So, don’t act all pious for my benefit when we both know you’d love nothing more than to have your legs in the air while I fuck you raw.”

I can see the hard indents of her nipples against the soft material of her pajamas. Just the effect I was hoping for.

“You’re an asshole,” she finally snarls, her voice slightly weak. “We almost died, and you’re still being an asshole.”

“And you’re in dire need of having this attitude spanked out of you,” I growl back, my hands itching to bend her over and whack that plump ass of hers. My dick hardens at the mere thought.

If she wasn’t injured and if someone didn’t try just to kill us both twenty minutes ago, I’d have her face down and ass up on this bed so damn quick.

Now my dick is hard as a rock, which she can no doubt feel. Her face is twisted in conflict as she tries to climb off of me, but I lock my ankles around her legs and wrap my arm around her waist.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

“How are you going to take the glass out of my arms and want to spank me in the same breath?”

“Sit still, Megan. We’re not done,” I order firmly, but of course, my authoritative tone just slides over her. She has a deep resistance to it that I find fascinating.

“What’s going on?” Christian’s surprised voice comes as he enters the room, watching Megan struggle fiercely in my arms. “No means no,” he says to me with a smirk on his face.

“I want Lars to fix me,” she whines to Christian.

My friend blinks at me, stunned by the scene before him.

“What did you do?” he asks me, laughing.

“Nothing,” I say through gritted teeth. “Get out,” I tell him. “Megan, I swear, if you don’t stop right now, I’ll tie you to the headboard.”

She’s still struggling when Christian tells her, “He will tie you up. He’s not kidding.”

She finally stills.

Christian just looks entertained. “You picked a real handful, didn’t you?”

“The handful can hear you.” She rolls her eyes at him. “I’m right here.”

He gives her a grin. “Sorry, it’s just that I’ve never really seen anybody resist Hunter’s orders to his face and live.”

“Lucky me.”

I’m about to tell Christian to step outside again when I pull up Megan’s right sleeve and see a huge shard stuck in her forearm. It sliced right through the fabric into her skin. She must not have noticed because of all the other cuts on her.How did I miss this one?

“Dammit, you’re going to need stitches,” I say, studying her wound.

When I meet her gaze, I see the look of stark fear in her eyes, and she shakes her head almost desperately.

“Lars can do it, right?”

“No,” I tell her, hating the way the flicker of hope dies from her eyes.

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