Page 65 of Endgame
His plans for tonight are clear in his wicked gaze. Darkness and lust blend in him, making it hard to speak. To breathe.
“Don’t. Don’t push my finger. Don’t you make me press that button and zap myself.” My eyes are on Everett’s and I swallow hard. “Don’t do…it…to me while I’m out.”
My fingers clamp tighter around the remote that’s still in his pocket, careful not to hit the damn button. I tell myself my pounding heart has nothing to do with the solid muscle of his thigh beneath my hand.
“Little thief.” His low voice is gravelly. Bone-chilling. It alerts me just to how much danger I’m in, and I hate how it turns me on. “Let go.”
“Never.” As forcefully and quickly as possible, I snap my hand back, holding the remote out of his reach.
“Hand it over.” He could lean forward and pluck it out of my grasp, but it’s obvious that he’d rather I submit. “Or there’ll be consequences.”
“Hmm.” Talking back always landed me harsher punishments. But I’m not going down without a fight. “Since there’ll be consequences no matter what I do, my answer is going to be…no.”
His lips quirk in a small, awful smirk.
Heat pools between my thighs. My own body turns on me, reacting to him even as my mind screams in protest.
He’s going to use my arousal against me.
No.
No.
“Don’t come anywhere near me!” I use the remote as a weapon, landing a blow on his shoulder.
Wide eyes betray his shock, giving me another second to dothis.Bam. Bam. Bam.I slam the remote down on his hand, the one that’s locked around my wrist.
The swift blows work their magic. His fingers open.
I’m freed.
Momentarily.
A moment is all I need, anyway.
I slide out of the car, sprinting toward the front door.
“Aurora!” Dress shoes pound on asphalt behind me.
I need to lock myself up in a room. Any room.
A few hours on my own. A night. It could be what saves me from the worst of Everett.
Once his anger settles, once our back and forth from the ceremony isn’t as vivid in his head, I might have a chance of surviving this. Him.
He’ll still fuck me, no doubt about that.
He’ll still take from me.
But maybe it won’t hurt as much.
Maybe I won’t pass out from being pounded by a savage.
What was I thinking? Challenging him?
Idiot.
Nothing to do about it now but run.
