“Shut up,” Nick grumbles. “Don’t tell her anything personal about us.”

“Why?” I taunt. “You don’t wanna get to know little old me?” I pout, batting my eyelashes.

“No,” he snipes. “The last thing I want is to know anything about you. It would mean I’d have to care. And I don’t. You are an inconvenience in our lives, that's it.”

“Nick,” Ian growls. “Enough.”

“And you think Iwantto be here?” I ask, tightening my grip around the fork in my hand. “You kidnapped me. Why was that?”

“Lapse in judgement. Call it an Alpha’s biology. Smell of your perfume fucked with my head.”

“You mean you found your scent match but instead of acting like a normal Alpha, you kidnapped me, because you didn’t know how to process your emotions. Did Mommy not hug you enough?” I speak to him in baby talk.

Nick growls, low and deep. Oh, I’ve pissed him off. Fear spikes in me, but so does arousal. Why does he have to look so good when he’s pissed?

“Nova. Please,” Ian begs me, looking at me with real fear.

I make a mistake and look away from the beast I’ve angered to glance at Ian, which means I don’t see Nick make his next move. He’s fast, pushing up from the chair.

Real fear hits me as he grabs me by the neck, lifting me up out of my seat and shoving me up against the wall, taking me by surprise.

“Listen here, you little bitch. You better fucking watch your mouth. The only reason you’re still breathing is because I don’t kill women. But every time you fucking talk, I’m getting more and more tempted to break that personal rule.”

He curls his lip back, nostrils flaring as his breathing becomes heavy. He’s just an inch from my face.

A thrill sparks inside me as my heart pounds wildly in my chest. This man just admitted to killing people, yet my fucked up pussy is getting turned on. Being this close to him, I can finally smell his scent. Gingerbread snickerdoodle. Fucking hell, he smells so damn good.

I start to perfume, reacting to his scent and his eyes flare in surprise for a second. His lip peels back. “You’re fucked,” he growls. “You love this, don’t you? Your fucking pussy is dripping for me, isn’t it, Joyrider,” he scoffs. “You're just a dirty little Omega whore, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you.” I spit. Literally, I spit in his face, because how fucking dare he call me a whore. It’s not like I’m reacting to him like this because I want to. I hate this Alpha with every fiber of my being.

I’ve only managed to piss him off more, causing him to tighten his grip around my neck.

“I swear to God, Nick, if you don’t fucking let go of her right now,I’llkill you,” Ian barks next to us.

“Don’t stop,” I choke out, meaning to taunt him but God, my pussy is fucking wet for him. This is fucked up. I’m fucked up. Is it possible to be able to blame it on cabin fever after only two nights here? “Choke me harder, Daddy.”

He lets go of me with a sound of disgust, dropping me to the ground. I suck in a gasp of air before hysterical laughter bubbles up.

I must have a death wish, or maybe I’m losing my God damn mind.What the fuck was that?

“What is wrong with you?” Nick growls.

“A lot of things,” I choke out, grinning up at him as I rub my hand on my neck. “Like being mated to you for one.”

“We are not mates,” he snarls. “You're just some Omega we picked up on the side of the road. You mean nothing. You are nothing. And when this storm is over, we’re fucking leaving you here, never to be seen again.”

“Good.” I let Ian help me to my feet. “That's if you make it that long.” I grin. “Be careful, Nick. I know where you sleep, and I know where the kitchen knives are.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” Nick steps forward, and I get such satisfaction knowing I’m getting to him. I’m causing him to react and lose control. Oh, he has no idea how much reacting to me is a bad idea.

I’m loving it. I need more. It’s going to be a fun new game to pass the time.

Am I stupid and putting myself at risk of being killed like he threatened? Maybe, but something tells me he won’t actually do it. And if he tried, I feel like Ian would stop him.

He already seems wrapped around my little finger.

“Nick. Stop it.” Will steps up, grabbing onto Nick and pulling him back as Nick takes a step forward. Ian shoves me behind him, getting in his brother’s face.