Page 11 of Ravage (The Wellard Asylum #6)

“Y-y-yeah?” I stutter out, my throat going dry with nerves.

“Oh good, you’re home. I ordered dinner; it will be here in ten minutes. Why don’t you come out to the living room?” I cringe at his request, not knowing what to say because this is a lose-lose situation no matter how you spin it.

“No thank you, can you just leave my food outside of my door and I’ll grab it?

” The silence on the other side of the door is deafening, but the click of the lock disengaging is scarier.

The door swings open, and Kole stands in the doorway still clad in his work scrubs.

One hand is on his hip while the other rests on the door jamb above his head, and the look on his face is deadly.

“I know I formed it as a question, but in reality you didn’t actually have a choice.

Now, come join me in the living room, Sloane.

” I gulp at his words, his voice depending on the command.

I get up from the bed slowly and start to walk towards the door.

“Stop! What the fuck are you wearing?” He’s in front of me in a flash, grabbing ahold of the hem of my T-shirt and tugging on it.

“This is not what I laid out for you.” I push his hands away and side-step him, heading towards the door again, but my moment of badassery comes to a swift halt as I’m pulled back against a hard chest. One of his hands is wrapped up in the long strands of my hair, while the other one holds me against him, his scent wafting into my nose.

Woodsy with a touch of dry gin and suffocating anger.

“Take it off.” He growls out, pulling at my T-shirt again.

I slap at his hands trying to pull away, but all it gets me is several strands of my hair pulled out of my scalp.

“No! I’m comfortable in this; what’s wrong with it?” I screech out at him through a strained voice.

“What’s wrong with it? Look at it, Sloane! You look like you’ve been living on a park bench for weeks. Did you even bother to wash your hair today?” He tugs on my hair to really hit his point home.

“I-I-I.” My brain can’t seem to form real words when he’s around, and the worst part is that he’s right. I didn’t bother to wash my hair today, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I-I-I.” He mocks me in a high-pitched voice.

Goosebumps erupt all over my skin while I rack my brain on what to do now.

Usually I wouldn’t mind being stuck in a handsome man’s arms, but something about Kole makes me want to run far, far, away.

“Take it off.” He repeats like a parrot in my ear, and all I do is shake my head no, which was far from the right answer.

He pulls me with him as he walks towards the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind him, and pushes me into the shower stall.

I’m so shocked that I just stand there gaping at him.

“What did I tell you last night about that pretty mouth of yours?” His words hit me right in my core as images of last night float through my mind.

I snap my mouth shut and cross my arms over my chest.

“What do you want, Kole?” I ask with an eye roll.

“I want you to take that abominable outfit off.”

For a moment I actually think about indulging him and removing my clothes, but then I decide, what’s the fun in that? If I’m going to be humiliated, I might as well go balls to the wall with it. “No thanks.” I give him my sweetest smile and lean up against the shower wall.

“You sure about that?” His words are threatening, making my heart skip a beat.

“Oh yeah, I’m more than sure. I’m keeping them on Kole, and there’s nothing you can do about it!

” I yell at his face and heave out a laugh after but stop short when Kole’s toned chest is standing before me.

He tosses his scrub top into the corner of the bathroom, and his bottoms quickly follow, leaving him in his black boxer briefs.

His muscles ripple, and the V on his abdomen has awoken my traitorous pussy.

“What are you doing!” I screech out as he steps into the shower, closing the glass door behind him, locking us both into this confined space.

When the door closes, it’s as if it cut off all the remaining air in here, making my chest tighten as I flatten my back against the wall.

“Get out.” I mumble, my fingers clutching at the cold tiles.

“No.” His feet slap against the tiles as he advances towards me, stopping when the tips of our toes are touching.

I scrunch my toes up to try and get away from him, praying that the wall will swallow me up whole.

I can feel the heat emanating off of his bare chest as the muscles ripple, his biceps bunching when he places his hands on the wall next to my head, caging me in.

“Do as you’re told, Sloane. I would really hate to break you this early in the game, my Sweet Obsession.

” His words send an ominous shiver down my spine, my body trembling against the wall, threatening to to crumple to the floor.

“W-what are you talking about?” His head is tilted down, our eyes meeting, his full of promise of what’s to come, which is opposite to my confused one. “Just let me leave.” My hands come up to push at his chest, but he doesn’t even budge.

His eyes get darker, and his tongue clucks on the roof of his mouth.

“Why are you so stubborn? This could have gone a whole different way…” His words drift off, mixing with the pounding in my ears.

His hands are on my shirt, tearing it down the middle in a flash, stunning me speechless.

I don’t get knocked out of my frozen state until he starts to reach for my pants.

“Stop!” My scream ricochets off the bathroom walls, pinging around inside my brain.

My hands slap at his own, trying to push him away, but it just makes him laugh.

“Kole, seriously, this isn’t funny!” He’s already ripping my pants down my legs to pool around my ankles, where he steps on them with his foot, leaving me standing there in my underwear and my breasts bare to his viewing pleasure.

“Give me my clothes, Kole.” My words end in a whimper, tears starting to pool at the edges of my eyes, and I try desperately to hold them back.

“P-please.” A soft sob comes from my lips along with a sniffle, and his eyes track the tears that are streaking down my cheeks.

“Fuck… Why did you have to go and ruin it for?” He sounds so disappointed, and the frown on his face echoes his words. My arms cross over my chest trying to shield myself from his view, and he just rolls his eyes at my actions.

“What did I ruin? Because from my point of view, you are the one ruining things.” My tears continue to flow down my cheeks, mixing with the blush that is rising up my chest from embarrassment.

“Goddammit, Sloane, stop crying!” He screams into the small confines of the shower, slamming his hands against the tiles beside my head.

It gives him the opposite of what he wants, and my tears flow harder, sobs getting stuck in my throat.

I feel something warm and wet slide across my cheek, and I reel to the side when I see Kole’s tongue licking my tears from my skin.

“Your tears taste as good as they look. Is your pussy crying for me too?” His gruff whisper shocks my senses, and my thighs try to rub together involuntarily, but his leg that's still between them prevents that. His other hand reaches down, cupping my pussy through my underwear, making me whimper. I know exactly what he’s going to find, and it makes me feel ashamed because this is so wrong.

“Looks like that good girl exterior you want everyone to see is all a facade.” His chuckle vibrates through me like it’s connected directly to his hand.

He pushes his palm harder against me pulling a gasp from my lips.

He leans back into my ear, nipping at it with his teeth, sending goosebumps scattering across my skin, and whispers, “Next time I tell you to do something, you do it with no hesitation. If you don’t…

” I can feel his lips curl up into a cruel smile against my skin before he continues, “Then I’m going to fuck you so hard that you forget that you hated me in the first place.

” He leans back, his eyes still filled with a raging fire that I don’t know what to do with.

He pats my cheek like I’m some pet and leaves me in the shower alone to wade through the massive pile of shit he dropped me into.