Page 10

Alright, this was fucking bugging me now.

I gritted my jaw as I spoke next, going for the shock factor.

“That means you’ll speak when you’re spoken to.

You’ll do as I told. If I tell you to go on your knees and suck me in front of the entire club, you’ll do it.

If I tell you to bend over and spread your ass cheeks, you’ll do it without hesitation.

I own all of you, and you’ll give it to me willingly.

If you feel like putting up a fight, by all means, go for it.

I’ll win in the end. You belong to me now…

Jesus fucking Christ, are you ever going to fucking say anything?

” I roared at her, losing my patience. My angry breath hit her face, brushing the hair out of her eyes, and the crazy bitch didn’t so much as flinch.

“Rachel,” I grabbed hold of her jaw and dug my fingers in, lifting her face to mine.

“So help me God, if you don’t fucking say something soon. ”

“What’s the matter? Didn’t you want a submissive little girl at your side?”

“Submissive is one thing. I didn’t sign up for a mute.”

She let out a barked laugh. “Yeah? Well, I didn’t sign up for this at all, so you can go fuck yourself as far as I’m concerned.

” She went on her tiptoes and pushed her face as close to mine as possible.

“I’d sooner bite your dick off than suck it anywhere, least of all in front of the bitches you call your biker buddies ,” she said the last words with such derision and spite that it took all I had not to punch her straight in the face.

“Don’t test me,” I warned her.

“Or else what?” She shot right back. My fingers tightened on her jaw, and I took great pleasure in waiting for the yelp of pain, but it never came.

Not even when her lips puckered with the force of my grip.

She just looked at me with that same blank, irritating expression, with just a flicker of defiance in her eyes.

I felt a movement to my side as she fiddled in her bag again. “What the fuck are you doing in there? Messing about with stress balls or something?” I used my other hand to try to grab hold of it, but she was quicker than me, her hand shooting out of the bag.

I barely had a moment to register the sound of the click, the flash of the metal under the light before she shoved the blade into my thigh with all the strength she had.

Shock more than pain had me letting go of her, and she ran for the door.

Just as she twisted the handle, my brain caught up with what was happening and I grabbed her by the back of the hair, slamming her head into the wood, closing the door again.

I spun her around, noticing that there was already blood on her lips.

Before she had a chance to recover, I backhanded her, sending her head flinging to the side.

She attempted to bring her knee up to catch me off guard, but I had been in this game too long.

I knew all the defence tactics. I twisted my body to avoid her movements and tightened my grip on her hair, pulling her head back to stare at me.

“That,” I hissed at her. “Was a mistake.” I yanked her hair with such force, her head snapped back at a painful angle.

When she didn’t so much as whimper, I threw her to the floor, staring down at her with all the hate I could muster.

She recovered quickly, scrambling to her back and edged her way away from me. She still didn’t look scared. If anything, she looked pissed. As though any moment she would get up and come back for round two.

Not what I had been expecting.

I grabbed her bag that she had dropped and tipped its contents on the bed before spreading them out with my hand so I could see exactly what she had with her.

Tightening my lips, I grabbed her again by the hair and dragged her over to the desk by the window, pulling out the chair and pushed her into it.

The entire time she scratched and kicked at me, pulling her head back with such force, I’m surprised she didn’t rip her hair out.

I let go of her hair, and as quick as a flash, gathered her wrists behind her back and secured them tight with the strap of her handbag.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” I sneered at her, bringing my face close to hers. She threw her head forward, trying to headbutt me, and I just laughed.

“Has your fight or flight finally kicked in? It’s not often I’m surprised, but you got me, I’ll give you that.

I’d have been less surprised had a goblin walked in here and taken my child to the Goblin King,” I told her as I straightened up.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as fight, though.

You scream flight.” She stopped her struggling and just stared at me, breathing hard, blood dripping from her nose and lips.

As the adrenaline wore off, the pain in my leg kicked in, and I looked down, noticing the knife was still in there. It was a small thing, and as I pulled it out, I smirked as I saw it was a self-defence knife hidden inside a key. That’s why she had been fiddling. She was pulling the blade out.

“What’s a sweet thing like you doing with this?” I asked, coming close to her, and bringing the knife up over my head before I slammed it into the wood mere inches away from her thigh.

She had no reaction. She didn’t cower, didn’t flinch. She just kept looking at me and, despite myself, I found a flicker of respect growing for her. She blinked slowly at me, almost looking bored, despite the fact that I now had her bag of goodies at my disposal.

“What else do you have?” I asked, turning away from her, and making my way back to the bed where I had tipped her belongings out. I whistled quietly as I picked up a variety of self-defence tools.

She had this black keyring, with a bunch of things added to it.

There was a small knuckle duster, a mini taser, which I tested, and it let off a powerful blast. There was an emergency power bank, a mini pepper spray, an alarm and flashlight, a door opener, a sharp metal rod, which I assumed would be for breaking windows or delivering a sharp stab, a belt/rope cutter, and a cute little pompom to tie it all together nicely.

I whistled again, turning around with the keychain dangling from my fingers.

“I’m impressed. A woman who knows how to defend herself.

I didn’t think a little princess like you would even be aware of the dangers of the world, never mind defending yourself against them. You know these are illegal, right?”

“Yeah, well, so is rape and murder, but they happen every day and the perpetrators get away with it. If I get sent to prison for self-defence, so be it. But it won’t be me lying on the side of the road, left for dead.”

“It’s one thing to have the tools. It’s a completely different thing altogether to actually use them,” I said, crouching down in front of her and met her eyes with my own.

“You think you’re capable of stabbing a man?

And not that pathetic attempt you just gave me.

I mean, truly stab him, to watch his life drain before your eyes.

” I grabbed her chin and brought my face close to hers.

“You think you’re capable of that, Rachel?

Do you think you can take another man’s life?

Even if he was about to commit the most horrific crime a woman can suffer through, do you really think you have it in you to take his life from him?

To feel a knife cut through flesh under your own hand?

” I brought my lips close to hers and whispered my next words against them.

“Somehow, I don’t think you do. Look at you now.

Silent and still as a doll. I don’t think you’re capable of much at all.

” I pecked her roughly on the lips before pushing myself up away from her and headed back towards the bed.

She made a noise that had me freezing and spinning back around to face her.

She looked up at me through her lashes and let out a laugh that succeeded in sending a chill down my spine.

She licked the blood from her lips and gave me an evil smile.

“You have no idea what I’m capable of, Dante.

And the funniest thing is, you haven’t got the faintest fucking idea of what you’ve just invited into your life. ”