Page 18 of Untamed
Well, not this one.
He might be insanely gorgeous while pumping his ginormous cock, but a girl has to have some standards.
Arousal slips between my thighs again, and I hate my body’s reaction to thoughts of him. This past twenty-four hours, it’s had a mind of its own, and I’m unsure yet whether I like it.
“You’re a little old to be acting out, Thea,” he hisses, and my spine bolts straight.
“Only my friends call me Thea.”
His knuckles whiten as he grips the steering wheel. “Yeah? Newsflash, so do I.”
“Well, I don’t want you to!” I snap back. “And I don’t need you all up in my ass, picking me up from school.”
“Oh, I’m going to get up in your ass, alright!” he grits out, shocking me further.
My jaw drops open. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’ve been a pain in my ass today. Now I become a pain in your ass.”
I scan his face, and when I latch onto the veins protruding from his forehead, I start to second-guess my stunt from this morning. He really is pissed. Furious, in fact.
“You act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one,” he seethes.
He turns the corner so quickly I have to cling onto the seat, then we’re on a dirt road, heading out of town.
When he faces me, I give him a sarcastic smile, and unable to help myself, I push him further. “Do your worst, big boy.”
“Oh, I intend to.” His eyes light up, and I swallow hard.
He slams on the brakes, and I quickly glance around the area. It’s wooded and off a beaten path.Where the hell are we exactly?
He hops out of the SUV, and before I know what’s happening, he’s thrown open my door and unbuckling me.
“What are you doing?” I spit.
“Teaching my brat a lesson.”
Is it wrong of me to squirm when he calls me his brat? Sure feels wrong. But when he lifts me from the SUV as if I weigh nothing, I want to wrap my arms around his neck, much like the woman he was fucking did.
The thought of him flirting with me and using me while having sex with someone else has disgust rolling in my stomach.Then he had the nerve to come on my face this morning like I’m his plaything, and then taunted me with photos. Well, fuck his apology. Not going to happen.
He carries me to the other side of the SUV and drops me on the ground.
“You’re about to be punished for your little trick this morning.”
My heart thuds, but I refuse to appear weak.
Never again will I be weak.
So I do what I do best. I feign confidence by paying more attention to my fingernails than I do to him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
MASSIO
She plays with her fingernail, infuriating me further.
I move forward quickly, grabbing her by her hips and spinning her around to face the SUV. She releases a small squeal that excites me, and when she pushes back against me, I grab her wrists in one hand and kick her feet apart. Then I step up behind her, bending her over the hood of the SUV. After grabbing my switchblade from my sock, I flick it open, and she stills.
