Page 35 of Tangled In Lies

I smile at her. “You don’t need them. Someone will drive you and be with you at all times.”

This time, her eyes flash. “That’s ridiculous. I’m a big girl, and I can drive myself.”

I shrug. “You’re my responsibility now, and I’ll provide you with everything you need, but my rules are nonnegotiable.”

She throws her arms in the air. “Fine, if you want to punish me, I’ll let someone chauffeur me around.”

Punish her?

Punish her?

Punish. Her.

Images of me balls-deep inside her and spanking her pink pussy while she moans my name race through my mind.

Fuck.

No.

Where did that come from?

I barely manage to refrain from adjusting my already hard cock.

I wasn’t lying when I said I don’t do non-consent, and I won’t break my rules, especially for her.

Her glare pulls me out of my head, and I want to wrap my hand around her neck once more and squeeze.

Watch that fear slither into her irises and darken them.

She deserves everything coming her way, and she’ll take it, no matter what.

She’ll take everything I will give her and say thank you.

The chair scrapes across the floor as she abruptly stands and walks toward the door.

Jumping out of my chair, I shove my hands into my shorts and ball them into fists. “Don’t test me, Evangeline. You might be used to wrapping everyone around your little finger and getting whatever you want, but I advise you not to try the same with me. It won’t end well.”

At that, she stops. She still doesn’t face me, and I watch every single one of her movements to see what she’ll do next. I thought she’d be easy to bend to my will, easy to break. Instead, she’s a total loose cannon. Utterly unpredictable, and if I’m not mistaken, also slightly broken.

I guess that will make her utter destruction that much sweeter.

Her head is tilted toward the floor, her shoulders shaking.

She’s crying.

There, finally, a more fitting response.

A sound escapes her, and I freeze.

No.

Is she fucking laughing?

My feet advance before I make the conscious decision. I stop in front of her, grab her chin between my fingers, and press her against the wall.

She gasps at the contact and blinks, a few more silent tears running down her face.

“Why are you laughing?” The words come out in a low, threatening tone.

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