Page 153 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
And there she was. This was the tiny thing of fury he could pick a fight with because that was what he actually needed right now. He wanted to punish her for what she did, and he couldn’t do that when she was docile and submissive. He wanted her fiery and bratty; he wanted her ready to push back.
“You slept in my bed, and then you left me with nothing but a note,” he growled, low and menacing as he reached behind him and locked the door.
“You made it clear I wasn’t what you wanted anymore,” she shot back, lifting her chin. “I deserve more than ‘just for tonights,’ Luka, and you deserve not to be bound to someone you can’t stand to look at.”
“Is that what you think? That I can’t stand to look at you?” he asked, slowly prowling toward her, but she stood her ground, her grip tightening on the strap of her bag over her shoulder.
“I don’t know what else I’m supposed to think. When I entered a room at your cave, you looked away. When you spoke to me, it was short and to the point. Even when I came downstairs to find you awake, you didn’t even turn to look at me. I’m incredibly adept at knowing when I’m not wanted. I don’t need it spelled out,” she said, her breathing erratic now.
“Are you done with your little fit?” Luka asked.
“Little fit?” she spluttered, her light flaring, illuminating the Mark around her wrist that matched Theon’s.
His dragon snarled. Or maybe that was him.
He was close enough now he could reach out and touch her if he wanted, and he was still debating what he was going to do next when she threw her hands in the air.
“Forget it. I’ve apologized. I’ve given you space. I’ve asked how to make amends. If you can’t forgive me, I understand, but I won’t sit around and let you play mind games with me,” she snarled, already taking steps toward the door. “I’m sorry I bothered you.”
His hand snapped out, gripping the back of the zip-up sweatshirt she was wearing. “Can you stop being so godsdamn mouthy all the fucking time?” he growled, yanking her back. She stumbled over her own feet, the bag dropping to the floor.
“Why? You can’t seem to stop being a prick for even a minute,” she snapped in response. “Let me go.”
“No.”
She scoffed, reaching up and unzipping the sweatshirt. “I made a mistake. A big one. I fucked up,” she ranted. “I’ve tried to apologize. You rejected me. That’s your right. But you don’t get to continue to make me feel like a fuck up just because I’m in the same room as you.”
She spun around, shrugging out of the sweatshirt he still gripped in his hand before she stalked toward the door. She was left in fitted leggings and a tank top that exposed her midriff.
“Come back here, Tessa,” he barked, tossing the sweatshirt aside.
She looked over her shoulder as she parroted him from seconds ago with a smirk. “No.”
Then her eyes went wide as he lunged, and she screamed, darting the other way, leaping onto the bed and down to theother side. He let her run, prowling behind her, because now she was trapped.
Or she would be.
As he rounded the bed, she made to climb back over it again, but he lifted his hand, black flames springing up to stop her. She cried out again, lurching back and straight into his chest. Luka spun with her, shoving her forward and pressing her against the windows, the curtains open wide so they could see out over the Underground below.
“Let me go, Luka,” she growled.
“Not a chance,” he growled in kind, his fingers threading into the back of her hair. “We need to talk, and we can’t do that if you insist on being an incessant brat.”
Her lip curled in a sneer. “I already said I don’t need it spelled out for me. I got it, okay?”
“Apparently you do need it spelled out for you,” he retorted. “By Sargon, you are infuriating. It drives me half crazy.”
“Join the club,” she snarked back. “So what’s the plan here, Luka Mors? You need to make me suffer?”
His cock twitched at the thought, because yes, that was exactly what he wanted to fucking do.
“What if I do?” he replied, his voice going low and dark as he leaned in to speak into her ear. “What if I need you to suffer for keeping something so important from me? What will you do?”
Her laugh was sharp and slightly unhinged. “I’ll take it and ask for more just to piss you off.”
His grip on her hair tightened at the words, and she gasped, pushing onto her toes to relieve the pressure. There was no twitching of his dick now. It was fully hard, and his dragon was completely on board to remind her who the dominant one was in this relationship.
She arched against him, her breasts pressing to the glass and nearly spilling over the low cut of her top. His hand in her hairshoved her forward a little more, forcing her to turn her head so her cheek was against the pane. Her ass pressed into him, and his other palm landed on the window next to her head.
