Page 16 of Unhinged

“So vicious,” I murmur, dragging a knuckle down the line of her jaw.

She stares at me, her eyes flashing with fury, but I don’t miss the way her body responds.

“You’re quite the little masochist, aren’t you?”

I’ve been waiting for this, solnyshka.

Waiting to see if she’d run, beg for mercy, or bare her teeth. I’m so proud.

“Good girl.”

She spits in my face. “Go to fucking hell.”

I laugh, low and dark, swiping my face clean.

“Beautiful, don’t you know that’s where I came from? I’m here to take you back with me.”

She thrashes, trying to shove me off, but it’s useless.

I tighten my grip with one hand and let her feel the weight of my control. I want her to know that what’s coming is inevitable.

I want her afraid.

I see the moment it sinks in—when the cold realization dawns in her sharp blue eyes.

She isn’t getting away.

And no one is coming to stop me.

“You’re a fucking predator,” she spits. “Are you going to rape me? Is that the plan? Then why didn’t you just come into my apartment? Why play all the fucking games? It wasyou, wasn’t it?”

“What fucking games? What did I do?”

I want to know. If anyone else got close to her or stepped foot in her apartment, I’d have to hunt them down and make them pay. Anissa belongs tome.

“Moved my things. Made breathing noises. Paintedminelike a fucking psycho on my wall, then got rid of it before I could prove anything.”

Good. Yeah, that was all me.

“Why the games?” she snarls. Some women are beautiful when they’re angry. She’s a fucking goddess. “Why didn’t you just barge in and take what you want? Hmm? You like stolen pussy?”

I lean in close, my mouth at her ear. “That’s not how I play, beautiful. Make no mistake—Iwillfuck you. But not until you beg me.”

“Soyou’rethe one who’s fucking psycho instead of me,” she seethes.

I run my tongue along the curve of her jawline. My dick aches. I feel half vampire, ready to suck her blood.

“Maybe, sweetheart, we’re a matched pair.”

She screams and tries to knee me, but I deflect easily. I love the way she fights me. Hmm. That won’t do.

So I shift my grip, grabbing her hair. It feels so fucking good. The number of times I’ve jerked off imagining her silky hair fisted in my palm, the look of pain on her face and parted lips…

I yank her head back. The impact against the wall makes her wince, but I force her to meet my gaze.

“I’ve been watching you for weeks. Waiting for you to slip. And now?” I lean in, letting my lips ghost over her ear. “I have what’s mine.”

She growls, and I feel her coiling up for one last strike. My god, she’s feral.

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