Page 47 of Not Your Hero

“Yes.”

“What if I run?”

“Then I’ll hunt you down.”

“What if I tell someone?”

“Who would you tell? Brandon?” I mock her a little. Her face pales as she lets that sink in. “Understand this, Emerson. When I want something, I get it. It doesn’t matter how I have to go about it or who I have to kill in the process. Before you think about running or telling anyone anything, think about that fact.” I see her straighten up a little and scoot a little further away from me.

“You would do that?”

“What makes you doubt me after what you found out about me?” I ask her. She looks down at her hands, but she doesn’t answer, and that’s probably for the best. She’s thinking about it, and she knows I would kill anyone who tried to get in my way.

“What if I ran and you couldn’t find me?”

“There’s nowhere you could go I couldn’t reach, Em.”

“You think highly of yourself,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and sitting back in the seat.

“I know what I’m capable of. You know what I’m capable of. The question is, will you tempt me? Will you see just how far I’m willing to go for you?”

“I don’t understand what it is you want with me, Gannix! I’m nobody! I’m nothing! I’m the fucking product of what mymother made me. I hurt people, use them,” she snaps at me. In seconds, my hand is around her throat, her head hitting the window as I lean in closely so that there is no mistake about what I’m going to say to her.

“I like torture, Emerson. A lot. And if I hear that come out of your mouth one more time, you’re going to be on the receiving end of it. Is that what you want?”

“It’s true, though.” With my hand around her neck, I reach down and slide my other hand under her dress. I find her panties and slip them to the side as she parts her legs for me. I smirk at her when I dip my finger inside her and listen as she gasps. I work it in and out until it’s nice and wet, and then I pull it free and find her clit. I know just how much she loves it when I play with her clit.

I tug it, toy with it, and rub it until she’s panting and writhing against my hand. I let her work herself up. I let her get close, and then I stop. Emerson whines when I pull my hand away from her and out from under her dress.

“What the hell?”

“Say it. Say you’re not going to say those things about yourself again,” I demand.

“There’s no denying the truth,” she answers. I slide my hand back under her dress and do the exact same thing. When she’s panting, needing to come, I stop and look back at her.

“Say it, Emerson. I can do this to you all fucking night. I can get you so close to the orgasm you crave and then take it away from you in seconds. This is the kind of torture that makes me hard,” I tell her. She’s panting as she looks at me, so I flick her clit a few times, then stop.

“Gannix, please.”

“Say it, Em. Just say it,” I urge her once more. At first, I don’t think she will because she’s stubborn as hell, but then I flick her clit, and she does it.

“Fine! I’ll stop. I won’t say it again.” With her words, I pull my hand out from under her dress and away from her neck. I move back into my seat as she stares at the side of my head.

“Did you really think you could talk about yourself that way, and I’d let you come? That’s not how this works,” I inform her.

“I said what you wanted me to say!”

“A little late. You should have never said it to begin with.”

“Why? It’s the truth.” Now I shift in my seat to look at her, really look at her.

“Has that bitch beaten you down so much that’s truly what you believe?” She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. “You’re not her, and you never will be.”

“I don’t know who I am then.”

“You’re mine, and that’s all you need to know.”

Chapter 26

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