Page 43 of Craving Her
“If you think I’m going to sleep here with you—you’re crazy. It’s not happening. We’re over.”
I shake my head no. “We’re not over, Peaches. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, but whichever you choose, you will be listening to me.”
“Fuck you, Torin.”
Pretending to be upset, I let out a sigh. “I guess it will be the hard way.” I turn to the dresser, open the top drawer, and take out my secret weapon. Concealing what I'm doing, I palm it in my hand. She’s unlocked the door, but barely has it open before I close it again with my foot.
“You’re not leaving, Peaches. We’re going to talk this out,” I rumble out, my gaze looking down at the way her dress hugs her frame. It’s so tight that it looks like she’s been poured into it. That’s probably a good thing. It didn’t move a lot when I had her thrown over my shoulder. I would have had to kill Heavy if he’d seen her ass. Many Doms don’t mind who sees their women. I mostly enjoyed having other men know I was completely in control of the woman I was with. I got off on it. It’s not the same with Skylar. I don’t want anyone to see my Peaches. What we will share is just for the two of us. Plus, I still need to get her to accept me—accept us.That’s going to be easier said than done.
“Iamleaving, Torin, and you can kiss my ass.” I sigh. It’s like she can read my mind and insists on being even more stubborn.
I reach out, quickly grabbing her wrist and grin at her as I reveal the handcuffs I’ve been hiding. Before she can react, I lock one around the wrist of the hand I’m holding. Then, as quickly as possible, I secure her other one.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to handcuff you to the fucking bed and then I’m going to make sure you listen to me once and for all,” I grumble, hoping like hell this works.
I’m running out of options.
Chapter 23
Skylar
I somehow let him manhandle me onto the bed. I don’t make it easy for him. I kick and scream the whole way. I even manage a few scratches. I should have been able to get out of his hold, though. My dad taught me how to do that. Heck, Mattie did, too. Somehow, though, once Torin slapped the handcuffs on me, panic took over and training flew out the window. He pushes me down on the bed and flattens his body over mine, effectively stopping my attack. My heart is running away with me, and I’m filled with adrenaline—which is good. If not, I’d be enjoying the way it feels to have his body pressed against mine like this.
“Let me go,” I yell, concentrating as much as I can on my anger.
Instead of listening to me, he lifts my hands up and secures it to the headboard.How the hell did he do that?I twist my neck back to see if I can see exactly what he did. My arms are basically unmovable at this point.
“Peaches—”
“What did you do?” I snarl out.
I’m not looking at him. I’m too busy twisting my neck, trying to see what he has me hooked on. It’s not like he brought the chain over a post. The beds in the clubhouse here are justbedframes with a nice mattress on them. Back home, most of the beds are king-sized and I’ve spent my life trying to ignore why a lone biker would want a huge bed. I’m not stupid. I’ve just perfected the art of being clueless—at least on the surface. In hindsight, maybe that is the same thing as being stupid.
“I made sure I could talk to you without you running away,” Torin answers—still lying overtop of me.
My breath freezes mid-exhale as I realize there’s a fucking hook screwed into the wall. It’s not big enough to butt against the mattresses. It is, however, covered in some kind of thick, furry material. I suppose that’s a safeguard to keep it from puncturing the mattress, if things got too rambunctious in bed. I mean, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know the damn hook is so you can tie up your bed partner. Suddenly, I go from being sick to my stomach to feeling waves of disgust and anger rolling through me. I’m pretty sure I’m going to hurl.
“Let me up,” I whisper. I hate how weak I sound.I. Hate. It.
“You’re not going anywhere. We’re going to have this out, Skylar.”
Tears sting my eyes as another wave of disgust moves through me. Visions of Torin in here with Debbie and others assault me. “Let me up,” I beg again.
“Not till we get this settled between us. I told you before and I don’t think you grasp it, but I’m not letting you go. I’ve wanted you for too damn long.”
“It’s all about you, isn’t it?” I scream at him. “Youdecide I’m too young, so you treat me like shit after showing me a glimpse of something beautiful.Youdecide you can’t be the man I should have, so you cut me up into little pieces and leave me to bleed.Youdecide you want me, and you go about getting what you want, no matter how much I say no. It has nothing to do with me. It’s all about the fucking almighty Torin!”
Tears are falling fast. I can’t stop them. My vision is blurry, while my insides feel raw. It’s like every second that I’m lying on this bed is one step closer to death. I’m lying tied to Torin’s bed—not because I’m me, but because I’m just another woman that he wants to stick his dick into.
“You are important. That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Skylar. You’re the only thing in this fucked up world that does matter.”
“Liar!”
“I’m not!” he finally growls back, losing control. For some reason that brings me comfort. I want him to be as upset as I am.
“Then prove it!”