Page 60 of The Catalyst

Wait. Is the windshield gone?

I tilt my head as I look at the car. I walk along the wall as Ollie carefully drives into the garage.

I wasn’t losing my mind. The windshield is gone and so is the driver’s side window.

“What the hell?” I mutter under my breath and start over to my mom’s car to investigate, but before I can reach the front of the car, the beast of a man lifts me up like I don’t weigh more than a paperclip and puts me over his shoulder. “Hey! Put me down!”

“No, we’re going inside and if you try to make me put you down, I will fuck your ass against the wall until I make it bleed again. You got me, princess?”

I groan under my breath. “Fucking heathen.”

Then, his hand comes down hard across my ass and I gasp against his back. Why does he do that when he has seen proof that the rougher he is with me, the wetter I get? I swear, this man could stab me and there’s a high probability that I would orgasm on the spot.

I need to find the top therapist in the country to deal with whatever he woke up in my twisted brain.

“Are you going to keep being a brat?” he snaps as he opens the door leading from the garage into the house.

Then, I decide to be even more of a brat. “I dunno…” I trail off before smirking to myself. “Will it get me fucked or will it make you torment me for hours on end?” Honestly, I’m up for either option.

The beast grumbles under his breath something about how he should’ve killed me when he had the chance and I glare down at his fine as fuck ass as he carries me through the kitchen.

“Careful, crazy man. All I have to do is say no and you won’t get to fuck me.” He walks through the living room, flips the switch on the wall to bathe the room in light, and drops me on the oversized ottoman before glaring down at me.

“I could always kill you. Then, it wouldn’t matter.”

Calm down hormones.

A death threat shouldn’t be hot.

Not at all.

However, my pussy prepares for him with each syllable he speaks.

“You really are certifiable, aren’t you?” I tilt my head at him as I push myself onto my hands. He’s one peculiar creature. He doesn’t talk a lot, but he also doesn’t seem to expect anyone to read his thoughts. It’s almost like he expects everyone to ignore his existence.

“And I have the documentation to prove it, princess.”

I can’t tell if he’s making a joke or being serious. I don’t think anyone else can either. It’s a bit of a guessing game with him.

I roll my eyes before laying back down, staring up at the colorful and elaborate fan my mom transported from my childhood home. It’s always brought me comfort. I honestly don’t know why. Maybe it’s the colors or the detailed leaf shaped blades. Maybe it’s all of the above.

Maybe I’m just weird.

I feel a shift on the ottoman as Ollie’s shadow moves. When I look down, I see he has laid down, much like me, except he is mirroring my position.

“Why aren’t you staying here?” he asks suddenly, his first time starting a conversation between us. My heart stops for a moment before my brain starts to work again. I turn my head and stare at his silhouette.

There’s just something about this psychopath that pulls me in and I can’t help watching him no matter what he is doing. Is that why he is always staring at me?

“Nigel wouldn’t let me,” I admit before forcing my gaze back to the colorful fan. “He said he didn’t feel comfortable with me staying here by myself. I tried to fight it, but like everything else with Nigel, I don’t have much of a choice.”

I have the sudden urge to smack myself for the absolute word vomit. He doesn’t want to hear me talk that way about his best friend. It’s the truth though. I care deeply for Nigel, but everything with him is forceful. I don’t get a choice about much. The only choice I’m warranted is whether or not we have sex. He pushes everything else on me. He has full control over every other aspect of my life, but honestly, I don’t know if he even realizes it.

I don’t know if Nigel knows how controlling, demanding, and toxic he can be or if it’s something he just does. Am I the only one he has ever dated that he treats like this?

Is it really because he loves me and wants to keep me safe? I wonder all the time if that’s what he thinks it is.

“Has he done…what he did that night…to you since?” Ollie asks, but his voice is soft this time and his words sound nervous. I didn’t get to tell him what Nigel did to me, but now that I know what kind of punishment their code invokes on others, I would never tell him.

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