Page 72 of Frenemies
“Away from you,” I spat over my shoulder.
The door was in my hand being pulled open when Chase slammed it shut, tearing the knob out of my hands. If he chipped a nail. . .
“I can’t let you leave, Princess.”
Let me?
My brow arched back at him. “I wasn’t asking your permission.”
“Good,” he seized my arm again, digging his fingers into my flesh. “Because you don’t fucking have it.”
Oh, he wanted me to play submissive, did he?
The only person who was going to submit in this situation was him, right after I brought my knee up into his balls. That’s exactly what I attempted to do. I tore my arm out of his grip, spun around, and lifted my leg. Chase was ready for my attack.
He pressed his knee between my thighs before I could make contact and slammed me back against the door. “Not this time, Princess.”
I wanted to scratch his eyes out and scream my frustrations in his face. Chase was the one person I thought I could count on, and he disappointed me. I came here with a spark of hope—now all I wanted to do was hurt him.
“You want to know how Snake’s dick tasted?” I fluttered my lashes up at him and took some small modicum of satisfaction in the way his jaw ticked. “Or how about how wide he stretched my mouth?”
“You sucked Snake’s cock?”
“Yup.” Just to drive the nail in a little further, I made sure to pop the ‘p.’ “How many girls sucked your dick?”
Guilt flashed in his eyes for a brief second before rage took over, swirling around in his Chase’s orbs like a feral beast. I was pretty sure he was going to choke the life out of Snake. Oh well, it wasn’t like the experience meant much to me. We were bored and drunk—it was a very awkward and unmemorable oral experience.
Chase’s nails scratched against the door as he made a fist. “Did he fuck you?”
“No.” Not sure why I didn’t lie. “But that’s a good idea. I wonder if he’s around here. . .”
I was cut off by Chase’s fist slamming in the door above my head.
“If you so much as touch another guy, I’ll fucking kill him!”
“Oh, hell no.” I waved my finger in his face. “After all the crap you’ve put me through, you do not get to decide that I suddenly belong to you.”
“New flash, Princess,” he pressed in, flattening his hard body against me. “You do belong to me.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
Chase closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. “Alright.”
Next thing I knew, I was being thrown over his shoulder.
I shrieked and slapped his back. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Proving to you who this ass belongs to.” He smacked my ass and threw open the door.
My first instinct was to argue, but a large part of me was more concerned with shimmying around for a better position. Riding on Chase’s shoulder was a lot more uncomfortable than I remembered. It felt like I had swallowed a boulder that was being dug into by firm muscle and bone.
What the hell did I eat?
The stairs just made it worse. Every step up bobbed me around, giving me motion sickness.
“Ugh, would you slow down?”
“Sorry, Babe,” his hand landed on my ass again. “Slow is the last fucking thing you’re going to get.”
