Page 10 of Corruption
“But it’s here,” I insisted.
Jared sighed and turned to face me. “Your point?”
“I thought you would resent her,” I said, crossing my arms as he scrutinized me.
“My father was a jerk. If I could have escaped, I would have… Oh wait, I did,” he retorted mockingly.
“But she was your mother, so taking you with her would have been better.”
“I know what you’re doing, Alison,” he snapped, taking a large stride that brought him right in front of me.
“Oh?”
“You can’t ask questions, so you challenge me with your words, hoping I might accidentally reveal something. We won’t be staying here for the remaining time we have left. Once things quiet down, and we can return to the other house, we will. So, stop trying to dig deeper,” he warned me.
“I was nearly killed tonight,” I emphasized, grabbing the air as if I were trying to strangle Jared. “Of course, I’m seeking answers!”
“We had this conversation before I left. You don’t want to know.”
“I had a gun pressed to my head! I’ve never had a gun pressed to my head!”
“There’s a first time for everything,” he replied casually.
“You’re just…” I began to move my hands back and forth as if I were actually attempting to shake some sense into Jared.
“Yes?” he prodded, curious to see how far I would take it.
I let out a frustrated groan but refrained from completing my sentence, fully aware of the consequences it would entail—a punishment. “Never mind…”
Jared smiled, clearly pleased with himself. “Ah, my little slut learns. You may be slow, but you’re learning.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m mentally cataloging all the names I want to call you when these last three weeks are over,” I promised him.
He chuckled, clearly amused by my reactions. “I can’t wait to hear them. Until then, get undressed.”
My mouth dropped open in disbelief, but Jared held out his hand, gesturing for me to get moving. “You can’t be serious!”
“I am.”
“You want to have sex while I’m covered in some dead guy’s blood?”
“What?” he asked, surprised.
“You asked me to get undressed.”
“To check you for injuries and because I’m guessing you want a shower,” he explained, surprising me with his concern for my well-being. He was offering me a chance to clean myself from the mess.
“Oh…” When I still didn’t move, he waved his hand in front of me, telling me to get moving. I sighed and began unbuttoning my shirt. “I’m fine.”
My voice was barely above a whisper, but I knew he heard me. However, he completely ignored my protests. As I had the bloody shirt open, he grabbed it by the collar and almost tore it off me. His hurried movements made a gasp escape me. I didn’t understand why he even cared, but of course, if I got hurt, I wouldn’t be as fun to play with. Jared threw the shirt away and then surprised me as his hands came to rest on my neck, gently turning my head.
“Dizzy?”
“No,” I replied.
“Feeling sick again?” he asked, sliding his hands lower, running them along my arms before moving back up, sliding them down the sides of my body. My traitorous body, even after such a crazy night, responded to his touch. Delightful shivers ran through me as his thumbs stroked the sides of my breasts and teasingly slid lower.
“N... No,” I managed to say, fighting to remain focused.
