Page 47 of Saving Grace
He shook his head slightly "I’m not threatening you. I’m promising." The way his lips curved into a devious smirk should have made me leave well enough alone, but my anger got the best of me.
I jabbed my finger in his direction.
"I’m not scared of you Atticus, or your fucking alter ego. Fuck you and him. Your Momma, your racist ass Daddy, and your half dead Grandpappy."
Before the words were barely out of my mouth he rushed me.
He’d closed the distance between us in one long legged stride.
He grabbed both my arms, restraining me..
I tried to pull away
“Let…let go, Atticus…”
He tightened his hold to keep me there.
“Say it again.” He dared me. He was angry now.
I chuckled before I repeated myself. His narrowed eyes staring down at me.
“Fuck you and your entire bloodline.” I stressed every word, hoping he felt them physically.
I maneuvered my right arm, twisting it from his grip, I brought it up. I shoved against his chest.
He growled but he didn't budge. I leaned in and sank my teeth into his jaw, hard enough to draw and taste blood, growling myself. We could both act like wild animals.
Becoming fed up with my antics he took control.
He slammed into me. The thud from my back crashing against the wall reverberated through the office. “
Shit.” The air left my lungs with a woosh.
I was trying to catch my breath so I wasn’t prepared for his hand wrapping around my throat.
My heart skipped in my chest.
He trapped my right wrist above my head. The left was trapped between us. His grip didn’t hurt, but I understood he was letting me know he could hurt me.
I could feel that every muscle in his body was tensed.
Stronger and towering over me he held the upper hand. I couldn’t move an inch.
Momentarily I was scared, but I recovered quickly. He wanted me cowering and submissive, I refused.
I raised my foot and brought it down on his. He didn’t flinch or give any indication that he felt it.
He leaned in. We were so close our noses touched.
His nostrils flared as he began speaking to me in this deathly calm tone that chilled the blood in my veins and pebbled my nipples. The rage radiating off of him was stifling, but the aggression was like an aphrodisiac. Arousal and fear warped and erased my thoughts as my body started to betray me. I wanted to arch into him.
“I gave you a choice Grace, a chance to redeem yourself and what do you do? You curse me. You threaten me, you hit me, you bite me like a rabid dog. Knowing damn well I wouldn’t hit you back. But I will make your life miserable if you don’t do what I want. You owe me seven years and a chance to watch my child grow inside you. I want everything you robbed me of by running away and keeping my son from me.”
He was crazy.
“Have you completely lost your mind?” I screeched.
“Yes. Because of you,” he chuckled.