Page 39 of Mayhem

“I was having fun. You should try it sometime,” I rasp as I rub the sleep from my eyes.

“It’s fun snooping into other people’s business?”

“I wasn’t snooping. I saw Nate and figured I’d come say hi.”

“And I’m the President of the United States,” he deadpans.

“Whatever. If you’re going to be an asshole, you can see yourself out.” I point toward the door.

“Kicking me out of my room? I think not. Get up.”

“Oh? You done with your little pet project now?”

He makes it to the side of the bed in two strides, reaching down to grab my arm and drag me up.

“Get your fucking hands off of me,” I yell, trying to break his hold.

He doesn’t give me an inch, so I grab his wrist, digging my own nails in.

“If you draw blood, you’re going to regret it.” He doesn’t stop pulling me down the hallway.

“What are you going to do about it?” I challenge, digging my heels into the floor.

He twists, caging me against the wall. I can feel his heart beating fast in his chest. He presses his body against mine, looking me in the eye.

“You don’t want to see what happens when I get angry. You’re pressing your luck. Keep that in mind before you make your next move,” he says calmly.

“I’m not scared of you,” I breathe out, my voice raspier than it was a moment ago.

“You should be. You think you know who I am. You underestimate what I’ll do. You see a man, but I’m the devil. You’d be foolish not to remember that.”

“You want to hurt me right now? Do it.” I lean in closer to his face, pressing my body into his.

His nostrils are flaring with each breath he takes. His hand on my arm tightens to an almost painful hold. He takes two deep breaths before he releases me.

“I don’t hit innocent women.” He turns, leaving me standing breathless in the hallway.

I know I should be scared right now. A normal reaction would be fear.

Instead, I feel a tingling in my core. My body’s feverish. Almost as if an inferno has suddenly taken over.

That was hot as fuck,I think to myself.

Then I shake my head of the thoughts. I shouldn’t feel this way. What the fuck is going on with me?

I take a moment to collect myself before I meet him in the living room.

“Why did you drag me out of bed?”

“Sit,” he says, pointing at the couch.

“Yes, master. Do you also want me to get on all fours and crawl to you?” I deadpan.

His eyes meet mine, heat flashing behind them. “As fun as that sounds, we need to talk. Sit.”

“Asshole,” I mutter as I sit down.

“I know. I’m such an asshole. Going through all this shit to keep you safe. How dare I?” His sarcastic tone rubs me the wrong way.

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