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She lived a few towns over, and I liked to have my friends close enough to see them in less than ten minutes when needed.

I promised her we could keep in touch by texting though.

She left with her mother and some other guests half an hour ago, and since Riggs was nowhere to be seen, I figured I had made him so mad that he left the party early.

Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case, because the way he stared at me while I made out with Payton to get on his nerves, he sure wasn’t happy.

Though, he definitely enjoyed the show we put on, and if I weren’t mistaken, there was lust in his angry eyes.

I walked into the living room with a sigh, then smiled at the remaining guests still drinking and eating, and talking with Della.

“I’m going upstairs. Tired. Enjoy the rest of the night,” I told them, rubbing Della’s shoulder before they all said good night.

“Night,” I replied, and without bothering my father and his friends still standing outside, I walked upstairs to get to my bedroom and replay everything that happened tonight from the teasing to the making out with Payton, and Riggs’s sudden disappearance.

Guess I won a point tonight, and defeated him at his own game.

But the game was far from being over.

A sharp pain ran from the back of my head down into my body as my hair got pulled back forcefully.

I hit my back against his hard body as he pulled my head back with his hand wrapped around my ponytail, and simultaneously muffled my cry with his other hand pressed over my mouth.

He wasn’t gone, and my excitement rose without hesitation.

My heart was pumping fast, making my chest ache in a way it never did before, and also making me nervous for some reason.

“Walk,” he growled, his voice deeper than ever, rougher.

I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t just imagining this, but the way he gripped my hair and sent sparks of pain down my spine assured me that this was reality.

I started walking into my room, and once we were both inside, he closed and locked the door behind him with the hand he had covered my mouth with.

“Think you can get away with this? Kissing that girl while eye-fucking me?”

Out of all the times he acted this way, his voice had never been this dark.

With his hand still wrapped around my ponytail as if he was holding on for dear life, he turned me to face him with his eyes filled with rage.

Shit, he was really mad, and for some stupid reason, that’s exactly what I hoped he’d be.

“You proved your point. You want me. But that doesn’t mean you have to act like a fucking slut, making out with another girl to fuck with me,” he grumbled, his jaw tense and barely moving as he spoke through gritted teeth.

Had I pushed him too far?

Even if…this was what I wanted, and now I’d have to pay for what I’ve done.

“What are you gonna do about it?” I croaked, wanting to sound more powerful instead of weak.

I wasn’t suffering through this, but I sure sounded like I was. I liked this side of him. One of the biggest reasons why I wanted to be his.

This is what I needed. A man who didn’t hold back and put me in my place when I acted like a brat.

It was what I’ve always wanted, and Riggs was the only man who’s ever made me feel this way.

Complete.

He made me who I really was, no matter how sick and twisted it might’ve been. I loved being claimed, spanked, fucked hard, and hell…even degraded.

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