Page 14 of Relentless

He shifts until he’s sitting, resting against the incredibly uncomfortable headboard, exposing the bare, sculpted artwork of his chest and abs to me.

But I don’t cave to it. I stay strong and force my eyes to stay on his narrowed one.

“I was sleeping,” he mutters, finally releasing his face to comb his hair back.

I wince a little at the redness around his eye, but I quickly shove the reaction aside.

A black eye is the least of what he deserves.

“I told you to leave,” I point out, my hands finding my hips now that I’m feeling a little less vulnerable.

“I know but—”

“But nothing. I wasn’t joking, Julian.” His nostrils flare as I hiss his first name. I guess it’s a drastic change from moaning it. “Go sleep in your own bed,” I say flippantly, marching across the room and pulling the door open, gesturing for him to walk through it.

But the stubborn fuck doesn’t so much as flinch.

“JD,” I hiss, quickly losing my patience.

“It was an accident, Dove. We had no idea you were allergic—”

“I know that,” I snap. “If he wanted me dead, I’ve no doubt he’d want to cause more pain and spill more blood than allow me to suffocate because of a fucking prawn.”

“Can’t argue there.” He smirks.

Irritation rolls through me.

“Don’t,” I warn.

“Don’t what?” he asks innocently.

“Try and worm your way out of this by being cute. It won’t work.”

His eyes twinkle with amusement before he shoves the sheets lower, shamelessly exposing himself as if he thinks it’ll help his cause.

“Aw, come on, Dove,” he says, his voice all deep and growly.

My thighs clench as he gives me his best seductive look. His cocky smirk tells me that he’s aware of just how it hits me.

Sliding his hand over the bed, his eyes drop down my body.

“Come and get back in bed, little dove. You’re tired, come rest.”

The temptation is strong. It would be so easy to crawl back into the warmth and let him wrap me up in his protective arms while I sleep off the lingering exhaustion that’s come with my reaction.

You lost.

Those two words deep in my subconscious are enough to bring me back to Earth.

“Leave, JD. I don’t want or need you here,” I state, pulling the door wider.

His face drops in a way I didn’t think possible and shadows darken his usually bright blue eyes as he stares at me.

I think he’s waiting for me to tell him that I’m joking. But I’m not.

I refuse to get swept back up into the bubble of JD and his magic dick.

I’m not locked in the basement anymore. He isn’t my only source of entertainment now. The only thing to keep my mind active.

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