Page 57 of All Your Hate
“I didn’t threaten anyone.”
Is he serious? Holding my hand to a gun isn’t a threat to him?
I shake my head as I turn away to put some clothes on. The outfit I end up wearing is pretty yet comfortable. A long, sleeveless purple top with black lace trim that cuts low on my chest and the softest leggings I’ve ever worn in my life.
“You look absolutely stunning. Honestly, I didn’t know you could get any hotter.”
I don’t want his words to matter, but I’m so starved of human interaction that the smallest morsel from him feels like a blessing.
Brushing him off I say, “I thought men were supposed to be bad at this sort of thing.” Then again Bones really isn’t like anyone else I’ve met. “Do you have a girlfriend or something?”
“If I did would you be jealous?”
“Hardly,” I scoff. The way he doesn’t answer the question riles me up in all the wrong ways. I shouldn’t care, not after that show he just put on, but he is my only constant. I can’t help the way my fucked up brain is latching onto him for security.
He breaks the distance between us and I fold my arms over my chest as a sign not to touch me.
“No, I don't have a girlfriend, but I do have a future wife,” he smirks.
His words hit me right in the gut. Obviously a man that looks like him would be taken. It’s not like I want him, I just don’t want to be his piece on the side that he uses after he’s fucked some other woman.
When he laughs I decide I can’t take anymore and I turn to leave the cramped space, but he grabs my wrist. “Wynter.”
“What?” I snap. Bones yanks me towards him and I spin into his chest. His lips claim mine and no matter how hard I shove him he doesn’t budge an inch.
Once he finally stops, his lips don’t leave mine and I can feel every word he says to me. “I want you to be mine in every way, including as my wife. The day you let me put a ring on your finger will be the happiest day of my life.”
He can’t honestly believe that?
I step away from him. “I’m your prisoner not your fucking girlfriend,” I whisper harshly, too afraid that the woman out front will overhear and I’ll get her killed.
“That’s just semantics.”
“So you keep all your girlfriends locked up in the house and threaten to rape them?”
Bones' eyes darken as he stares me down and I have to force myself not to cower.
“Don’t twist what we have into something bad, Wynter. It’s okay to enjoy sex. Even after the things that happened to you, you’re still allowed to have a good time with me.”
I’m speechless. He’s deluded yet he somehow just unraveled all my insecurities.
“You’re insufferable. I’m not debating what happened between us with you.”
To help distract myself I re-sort the pile of clothes.
“I can’t even wear half of this stuff.” I hold up a short red mini dress that Bones picked out and keeps finding its way back to the keep pile no matter how many times I move it. Everything he’s picked for me is either black or red. “Seriously, unless you’re planning on taking me clubbing I’m not going to wear this.”
“I just know you’ll look beautiful in red,” he sighs and his eyes go distant. I’m sure I don’t want to know what he’s imagining.
“Why do you think I chose purple?” I mumble.
He blinks back to life and laughs.
“Maybe I will.”
“Will what?” I ask frustratedly. Why is nothing ever simple with him?
“Take you clubbing. I want to show you off everywhere.”