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“Okay, Mexican it is then.”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me Mexican.”

I grin. “So, it’s Mexico. I knew I’d get it out of you one way or another. Tell me, Mexico, what gave you such a boring name?”

His jaw ticks. “Cross me, you might find out.”

I put my hands up. “Ohhh, so scary. Are you going to take me to Mexico and bury my body?”

He steps into the container and charges toward me. It happens so quickly that, for a moment, I’m shocked. I take two big steps backward, but there is nowhere else for me to go once I reach my mattress fort. I stop, and his big body looms over mine, staring down at me with a wild rage that has his nostrils flaring, his jaw tight, and his eyes threatening all kinds of violence.

“What are you going to do, big Mexico? Hit me?” I purr, a sly grin on my face.

He doesn’t answer, he just looks down at me with the promise of deep violence if I continue to push his buttons.

Unluckily for him, that has never stopped me before.

“If you’re going to storm in here and act a hero, at the very least savagely take me against the counter, like a true dark romance biker would.”

“The shit that comes out of your mouth is utter bullshit.”

“That’s what the romance biker would say, right before he ripped her clothes off and plunged his cock deep inside her body.”

“Haven’t been fucked for a while? Is that your problem.”

I grunt. “I get fucked plenty.”

“That so?”

I nod, sharply.

“Then why can I smell your fuckin’ arousal right now?”

“Just because I get fucked often,” I say, my voice low and husky, “doesn’t mean that I don’t want to keep getting fucked. I like sex, what can I say?”

“Shame for you it’ll be a while before you get any.”

With that, he steps away from me, his eyes taking in the small space and falling on my mattress fort. “Get a bit cold, did it?”

I shrug. “I like the cold.”

He grins, and a shiver runs up my spine.

“Good to know, because tonight is going to be freezing.”

With that, he turns and leaves, slamming the large door closed behind him.

Exhaling, I close my eyes.

I need to come up with something soon; I need to outsmart him, or this will be my home for a long time coming.

Time to step it up.

~*~*~*~*~

TWO MORE DAYS.

The fucker leaves me here for two more days.

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