Page 76 of Wickedly Played
“That is literally my job, Max!” I yell back. “You knew I am a Domme. You knew what I did for a living!”
He growls. “God damn it!”
I shove him on his shoulders. “What the hell is the matter with you? This is who I am. Just because you press somestupidbutton in my brain that makes me subservient to you, doesn’t mean you can treat me like I’m your sub. I am still the mother fucking Domme.”
He bounces away from me before swinging back in my face. His mouth descends on mine in a punishing kiss. His tongue slips through my lips to plunder my mouth, causing me to melt against him. I’m so pissed at him for acting like this.
But I want him.
I push him away again, breaking the kiss. “I’m mad at you.”
Max gets a deviant look in his eyes. “You are?”
“Yes!” I hiss at him. “I hate how you are so back and forth with me. I hate that I’m falling for you, and I don’t know anything about you. I hate that you make me question things. I hate that you don’t even seem to care that you are messing with my mind. I fucking hate that despite knowing this is a terrible idea, I still really like giving you control!” My breathing is ragged from yelling at him.
“What could be so wrong with giving me control?”
We are in a stand-off. That is the only way to describe this. Neither of us is going to win this argument, despite both of us wanting to win.
“Don’t act like you don’t already know,” I retort defiantly.
“Tell me anyway.”
I’m trying to fight off his hands that are holding me against the door. I need space. I can’t tell him how weak I am. I can’t tellhim the truth of who I am and what I have had to do to get to this point in my life. I can’t tell him shit.
“For once in your life, open up your mouth and tell me!” Max yells.
“Fine!” I scream. “Right after I graduated high school, I got married to a man my father forced me to marry. It was a marriage for our parents to gain something that I still don’t know what it was. We got married, the marriage was bad, I wanted to get out, I couldn’t leave, my husband cheated on me, and then we got divorced.”
I don’t tell him about how I begged my father to let me out of the marriage. I don’t tell him how much I wanted to die after the beatings my ex doled out to me for whatever reason he had at that moment. That is how I know that bitch, Glenna. She had to patch me up several times after he got mad at me. I also had to go and see her after I bled so much I thought I was dying… Turns out it was a miscarriage, and I didn’t even know I was pregnant. I also don’t tell him how my father practically sold me to my ex to expand his reach and ports. I also don’t tell him how terrified I am of giving myself to another person because every single man in my life has let me down.
Hurt me.
“You don’t know the first thing about what I have had to do to get to where I am at right now,” I seethe.
“Serena,” he whispers near my face. “Stop fighting me, baby.”
I slap his hands away from my face. “Max, I think you need to go.”
His hand slams the door next to me. “I’m not going anywhere. Stop this bull shit. I’m not them.”
Shaking my head, I look up at the light to try to calm my breath. “Every time I open up, I get hurt. Max, I can’t survive that again.”
“Sweetness.” His lips kiss my cheek. “I’m falling for you, too.”
There is a small knock on the door behind me. “Mistress? Are you okay?”
“Yes,Mistress, are you okay?” Max taunts.
I get a mischievous idea as my blood warms in my veins. “Pet?”
Stella is opening the door and peeking her head in. “Yes?”
“Please bring me my clothes, pack me a bag, and then meet me in the foyer in ten minutes. We are going to Alpha,” I instruct.
Max is pulling me away from the door. “Baby, what the fuck? We just had a security breach in your house. I have shit I have to do.”
Smiling at him, I place my hands on his shoulders to pull him down. “You will kneel in front of me, pet.”
