Page 73 of Prey Tell
“And this one?” he asks, pointing tobrute force.
I roll my eyes. “Yes, Chase. I consent. To all of it. Enthusiastically.” His eyes darken when I roll my eyes, and some masochistic part of me wants to see what will happen if I snark some more. “But I guess these things only apply if you can catch me.”
His nostrils flare delicately, and the paper in his hands shakes as he grips it tighter.
Bingo.
“Careful, Juliet. I already told you that I don’t tolerate brats.”
I cock my head. Something about the way he says it tells me that perhaps he’s not being entirely truthful.
In doing my research, and after taking a few quizzes online, I’d come across the terms brat and brat tamer. Pushing Chase like this comes naturally to me. It’s fun to push him, and I enjoyed submitting to him yesterday after he won.
I enjoyed the challenge of himearningmy submission.
His dark eyes continue scanning my neck, and I have to wonder if he’s ever been challenged like this.Questioned.Do the other women bend over backward for him?
Pushing back is fun. Being punished…even more fun.It doesn’t feel like I’m defying him. In fact, though he says he doesn’t tolerate it when I talk back, the glint in his eyes tells me that perhaps he’s never had someone like me as his sub.
It feels like we’re playing a game—a game I have no intention of winning, of course, per the contract.
But damn. I can’t wait for the rush of domination and submission when I lose the battle.
I guess a small part of me finds satisfaction in doing something he would never allow another sub to do.
The whole thing is unprecedented for me, Parker.
He stands up and excuses himself to the restroom, saying we will head downstairs when he returns.
I walk over to my purse and leave it where it is. I don’t want to risk losing it. Instead, I tuck the gold key into the back pocket of my jeans. Chase comes into the living room again, and I take in his outfit. Like me, he’s dressed casually in dark jeans, lace-up boots, and a black thermal. He leaves his phone on the coffee table, grabbing two water bottles and handing one to me again.
“It will help to stay hydrated,” he says, placing his key in his front pocket. “Ready?”
If I didn’t know him like I do, I might brush off the way his eyes peruse my face before looking away, the way his fingers are gripping the water bottle so tightly that the tips of his fingers are white. The way his jaw is feathering.
He almost seems… nervous.
Like he’s waiting for me to back down or change my mind. Though I’m not quite sure what to expect today, I trust him. And I tell him that.
“Isn’t that the most important part of all of this?” I add, watching as his brows furrow slightly. “Just think of me as another one of your women,” I say casually, knowing that I’m playing with fire.
He shoots me a death glare as he opens the door and gestures for me to go ahead. As I pass him, I feel his breath graze my ear.
“Somehow, I have a feeling it will be impossible to ignore whoyou are to me, Juliet.”
I go still at his words—at the way it makes my whole body tingle. But before I can act, he places a hand into my lower back and gently pushes me out of the suite.
The elevator ride down to the first floor is silent, and I wipe my palms on my jeans. Once we get to the first floor, I glance around the empty space. I brave a quick glance at Chase, and he looks down at me with darkened eyes.
“Last chance, Parker,” he growls.
I cross my arms. “You really think I’d come this far to back down now?”
He bobs his head as people shuffle out of the room. Then he rolls his sleeves up, and my mouth waters.
“No, but I know you’re proud enough to see this through.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
