Chapter 11

I grabher by her cheeks, making her lips pucker. I can’t help but fall for how cute she looks. I’m so angry with her that I feel like I could break her face with how tightly I’m holding her. She lets out a whimper. Music to my ears. Those sounds she makes do something to me, and I can’t get enough.

“Come on, my curious pet.” I grab her by the arm and drag her out of the room. I swear her arms are going to be covered in my handprints from how many times I have to grab her out of places she doesn’t belong.

“I just wanted more of you. Please, you’re hurting me.” She’s pulling her arm, trying to escape my hold on her. I don’t let up and keep dragging her out of the room and shut the door closed with my free hand.

“I will tell you everything, but I need you to fucking listen to me,” I say, spit spraying from my lips. She aggravates the fuck out of me sometimes, but at least she’s not trying to run away. I guess I can give her something in return.

I take her to the set of stairs and lead her down while still holding on to her arm. Pulling her to the kitchen, I force her into a chair. “Sit.”

Pulling out the whiskey bottle, I walk over the broken glass from the cup I broke earlier. Fuck it, I’ll deal with it later. I grab a second cup and pour us both a drink. I’m pretty sure she’ll need it, but maybe she’ll learn something from what I’m about to tell her.

I set the glass in front of her. “Drink up, you’re going to need it.”

She grabs it, takes a sip, and cringes at the burn.

I sit in the chair catty-cornered to her so that I’m facing her and give her knee a reassuring squeeze. “What I’m about to tell you may be hard to comprehend, but I need you to promise me you won’t run.”

“Okay.” She looks down at the glass between her hands. She looks like dread has already set in, and I can’t have that. I take my knuckle under her chin and lift her bright green eyes up to mine.

“I need you to bear with me, okay?” My insides are so tight with anxiety. I don’t want her to leave me.

She nods in response.