Page 68 of Bake the Town Red

“Mmm,” I mumble, frowning.

He removes his hand from my mouth.

“Where was all of this for the last four years?” I snap.

Blaming him is wrong. It’s not fair.

Luring him. That’s what I’m supposed to do. Baiting him. Reeling him in, not pushing him away.

But I’m so mad I can’t help it.

“Why did it take you for-fucking-ever, Ty?”

The elevator jolts when we reach my floor. It’s pure luck that the old thing has gone up instead of crashing down. I’m sure it’s coming any day now, though. Hopefully, with the neighbor who lives above me who listens to loud music and stomps almost every night. Cunt.

“Ah, good. You’re not that far gone.” An evil glint flashes across his brown eyes. “I have plans for you. For us. Better that you’re conscious to witness this.”

The door behind him slides open. The slowest thing ever.

“Better…yet unnecessary.”

I should be afraid. A hard cock, a wild-eyed man, and a caged girl can only mean one thing.

Sex.

The painful kind. The kind that’s forced on you whether you’re into it or not.

I am, though. I am so into it.

Angry sex. An opportunity to take out my frustration on him.

Yes.

Because guess what? He isn’t the only psycho. Isn’t the only one who’s mad.

I am too.

About everything.

I’ve waited for far too long that I’m overwhelmed.

Happy and sad and raging.

Fuck this. Fuck all of this.

I kick him in the shin. Tyler smirks.

“Come on, little savage.” He whips me around, knocking the wind out of me by yanking me to him.

My back is to his chest. His cock poking my ass, and his hand silences another one of my screams. That pisses me off just bad. How fast he is. How he keeps blindsiding me.

How I’ve been needing it. How he’s been depriving me of it.

“I hope you’re ready, Dahlia. Ready to have a man so possessive, so obsessive, that you’ll beg me to leave you.” His mouth is hot in my ear, teeth grazing my ear. “If I’m doing this, if I’m going to risk your life so I can have you, this is it for you. For us. The idea of personal space is dead for you, you hear? You might not like it. You might resent me for being this protective, overbearing jerk. Too bad. I’m here. I’m staying. I’m taking what’s mine.”

As if I’d have it any other way.

Problem is, fear is illogical. Tyler’s dick might be in charge now, but later? After he fucks me?

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