Page 52 of Deceiver

Oh. God.

“I’m on my period,” I blurt.

What a pathetic lie. I haven’t got my period. Actually, come to think of it, I should be getting it any day. I make a mental note to check, because it’s usually always on time. It’s possible I’ve got my days mixed up.

“You’re a bad liar.”

Western’s voice comes out gravelly and dangerous.

“Seriously, Western, I can’t ...”

He stops in front of me, his big body pressing against mine, forcing me back into the wall. I breathe him in, and my heart begins to race. I can’t do this. I can’t. So why the hell am I not pushing him away?

Because he feels so good.

Like a twisted comfort.

His body pressing against mine makes me feel almost safe, and I know that isn’t reality.

He’s dangerous, so why the hell am I craving him so much?

Come on, Bonnie. You’re stronger than this.

“Can’t what?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “You know what you have to say to make me stop.”

I must look so weak.

Just say the one word, Bonnie. Say stop and he’ll back off.

Just say it.

One tiny word.

God, he’s running his finger down my cleavage. I close my eyes, my breathing rapidly rising and falling.

Come on. Bonnie. Come on.

“I’m done bein’ ignored.”

“If you’re going to punish me, don’t,” I say, my voice low as I open my eyes and look up at him. “This time, you’re in the wrong.”

“No punishment, not today. Today, I’m goin’ to remind you who I am.”

I’m not entirely sure if I should be scared or excited.

One thing is for certain, I should be walking out that door.

Maybe just one more time. Just one more moment. Just one more memory.

Who am I kidding?

I’m losing it.

This is unhealthy.

This isn’t how it should be.

“Please don’t,” I say, swallowing as his finger trails up and over my bottom lip. “I can’t tell you to stop, but I need you to.”

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