Page 14 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

"You will. It might take some time for you to see that this is the best thing for you, but I can wait and be patient," Oliver said.

He got into the car, her still in his arms.

She didn't know how he managed to do that with her moving body, but he did it effortlessly. Hedda knew that Oliver was muscular and huge, but she didn't think he would be able to do it that easy.

"We both are very patient men," Leo said. "We know you might hate us right now, but you'll see that we're just doing what's best for you."

Hedda looked over at Leo who was standing outside of the car.

"Fuck you," she said through clenched teeth. "You can't fucking keep me against my will."

Leo let out a sigh and looked at Oliver.

"We can and we are," Oliver said.

"We want what's best for you and you aren't taking care ofyourself. So we're stepping in and taking over," Leo gripped the car door.

"I don't need to be taken care of!" Hedda yelled.

Leo gave her a pointed look and shealmostcrumbled. She didn't need to be taken care of by them and she was going to prove that to them.

"You haven't been eating, sleeping, or drinking. You haven't been taking care of yourself and, like we said before, that ends today," Leo said.

"We gave you space but that’s over," Oliver's gruff voice said close to her ear.

"Shut the fuck up!"

She didn't want to listen to this anymore. They weren't paying attention to what she was saying. Oliver's arms were still tightly wrapped around her body, his legs closing in on hers. She couldn't move anywhere.

Hedda started to move her body again, trying to do anything to get out of his embrace.

"Sit still," Oliver commanded.

But that didn't stop Hedda from moving, if anything it made her wiggle in his embrace even more. She needed to get out and away from them.

"You can't do this!"

"We’ve been over this before," Leo said as he shut the door.

Hedda screamed and thrashed her body around. His arms tightened even more, making it almost difficult for her to breath. She felt him move her body a little, giving him access to her bottom.

Several swats landed and she yelped in pain.

"Stop!" she screamed.

"Are you going to be a good girl and stop moving?" Oliver asked.

Anger coursed through Hedda as he said those words. "Fuck. You."

Oliver sighed but kept his grip around her body.

"Let me go!" she yelled. "You can't do this!"

Hedda tried to move her body again, but his arms around her wouldn't budge.

"I can do this all day," he said.

He didn't even sound out of breath and Hedda was starting to breathe harder. How was he not getting tired from holding her like this? She had no doubt that she would've given up a long time ago if she was in Oliver's place.

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