Page 13 of Take Me Slowly: part 2
"Someone has to keep an eye on you," I told her. "Look what happened when Mom and Dad looked away for a moment. You ran away to the mountains."
She bristled, like I knew she would.
"Since when do you call her Mom?" Her eyes were narrowed, flashing with annoyance.
Exactly never, but she didn't need to know that. Let her think things changed in her absence.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her. "This isn't exactly the sculpture capital of the world." I knew that would also get her going. She made herself too easy a target for my barbs. As I expected, her eyes glazed with unshed tears.
"You're an asshole," she said. "For your information, I've been painting and working."
"Who for?" I finished off my sandwich and coffee and stuffed the paper into the empty cup.
"My boyfriends," she said, her chin dropped almost to her chest.
I burst out laughing. "Sorry, I thought you said boyfriends, plural."
She tipped her head back, looking directly at me. "I did say that. Connor and Riley have been good to me." She looked as though she was going to add something else, but pressed her lips together.
I snorted. "I bet they have. Let me guess, you've been good to them too." I wanted to strangle both of them for touching her. Why would she let them do that when she wouldn't let me close enough?
"We've been good to each other," she said unapologetically. "Maybe you should try it sometime."
Before she could blink, I had my hand around her throat, the pressure just enough to make her eyes widen.
"Maybe I should," I said, my voice pitched low. "Maybe I should try you."
She swallowed, her throat constricting under my palm, but made no move to pull away.
"Is that what you want?" I whispered.
Her tongue slid over her lip. "I want to know why you're here in town."
Her panties were drenched, I could tell by the look in her eyes. If she thought I wouldn't fuck her here beside the road with cars driving back and forth, she was wrong. But I didn't want it this easily. I wanted her to keep fighting me. I wanted her to go on hating me while I slammed into her. I wanted her to hate herself for doing it. Only then would I know I'd won.
"I wanted to see where you went," I said. "You didn't think you could disappear and I wouldn't notice, did you?" If she did, she was very much mistaken.
"How did you know I was here?" She swallowed again, but still didn't move away.
I smiled. The kind of smile that makes people shiver without knowing why. Not a nice or warm expression. I didn't do nice or warm. I hadn't since the day I met her.
"I have a tracker on your car," I said. "And one in an app on your phone. I know exactly where you are and when, and for how long. I know who you call, and you haven't called your mother." I clicked my tongue. "I should punish you for that." I lowered my hand from her throat and let my words sink in.
"You've been tracking me?" She shook her head slowly. "For how long?" I could see her mind ticking over, thinking frantically. As if she'd done things she was scared I knew about.
"Since shortly after we met," I said easily, as if that wasn't completely fucked up. "I also had a camera in your bedroom back home."
I leaned in and whispered, "I know which is your favourite vibrator. I've watched you getting off so many times."
Her face paled slightly. I expected her to slap me and call me names. Threaten me with the police, or to tell her mother or my father.
"If you were watching so closely, then why didn't you come in and help me?" She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows a fraction.
I have to admit her question took me by surprise. I didn't like surprises. I wanted her to squirm. Instead, she seemed even more aroused.
"Why would I want to touch you?" I hedged.
"Why else would you watch me?" she countered. "You wanted to see me come, why not do it yourself?"
