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Real descriptive, this fucker. I scratch my scalp under my greasy hair. I’ve tried to wash it in the sink, but one can only get so far.
“What is that for?” I stand behind him.
He grunts, “ATV.” He works for a few more minutes in silence. Then something clings so loud it makes me jump.
“Fuck.” He drops the wrench he was using and brings his left hand to his mouth.
I look from him to the wrench. Adrenaline fills my body, and I don’t think, just act. I rush to grab it. He moves to stop me, but he’s not fast enough. I swing it around, aiming for his head. I make contact, slamming into his skull.
CHAPTER SIX
Him
I’m already moving when the wrench crashes into me, and I’m stunned. Pain slams into me, and I close my eyes. I open them again, and I’m laying on the ground. She’s over me, swinging again.
I roll towards her, closing the distance between us. Her strike falls against my back. I wrap my arms around her middle and yank her to the ground. She screams and curls onto her side and rolls out from under me. I follow, crawling over her, breathing heavily.
I saw it in her eyes. She was going to try and kill me.
I laugh, despite the pain. A hint of respect curls up inside me.
Under me, she screams and swipes at my face, scratching down my cheek. That scream...damn near makes me shiver in pleasure. I drop my weight on her and pin her left arm to the floor by her head with both of mine. She tries to straighten it, but I pull her into a shoulder lock and apply pressure.
“Stop.”
Her back bows with the pain I’m sending down her arm. She keeps fighting.
I pull down on her arm a little harder. “Stop. I’ll break it if you don’t.”
That gets her attention. She stills beneath me, panting. I look into her pretty blue eyes. They are wild and full of hatred and fear. I eat up that delicious emotion like a starving man to a feast. It makes me feel heady, despite the pain from her hit. I take a deep breath of her.
“Are you…hard?” she grits out and pauses, evaluating. Fiery emotion fills her eyes. “I—you sick motherfucker. Let me go you goddamned animal. I’m going to rip your balls from your body with my fingernails and shove them so far up your asshole that you won’t see them for another two weeks. I -” She stops when I begin chuckling. Rage lights in her eyes which makes them so bright they sparkle. It’s been so fun watching her feel me out, watching her tamp down her hatred and glorious fear. Waiting to see what she’d do, which rule she’d break first. And now she’s broken one.
What a violent kitten. I can’t help myself, I love it.
She’s still heaving for breath under me. Her fear is not misplaced. I won’t lie.
“A or B?”
“What?”
I cock an eyebrow. “A? Or B?”
“Neither, you cocksucker.”
“Tsk, the mouth on you. If you don’t pick, you’ll get both.”
She pinches her lips together, debating if I’m lying.
“B.”
“Good girl.” I release her, getting up quickly and pulling her up by her neck. I escort her back to her room and cuff her back to the bed. Then I leave the room and shut the door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary Jo
I tremble on the bed. I didn’t succeed. And now he was more alive than I’d seen him in the past three days, his gaze on fire. He is going to kill me. I had my big chance and now whatever game we were playing is over.
