Get Your Hands Off Me!
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Excuse me?” I said again, louder this time, because it was finally sinking in that this man had the audacity the actual nerve to grab me like that, to talk to me like that, to bring up what happened with Damon as if it was some kind of punchline while standing there acting like the king of the entire universe.
And that was it. That was the moment everything boiled over.
smacked his hand off my waist so hard the slap echoed like a gunshot.
“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, my voice shaking so hard it didn’t even sound like me anymore. “What is wrong with you, Daren? Seriously, what the hell is your problem”
He didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. He just stood there, calm as anything, which only made me talk more because my brain and my mouth were completely out of control now.
mean, what is your deal?” I demanded, throwing my hands up because I had too many feelings and nowhere to put them.
“You walk around this house like you own it, like everybody’s supposed to bow down to you because you have this big tough guy act and those stupid eyes that stare at people like they’re secrets you’re about to expose, and you think you can just grab me? Me? Damon’s mate? Are you out of your mind?”
My voice kept getting louder because he wasn’t reacting and that made me even angrier, like I was screaming into a void that looked annoyingly good in black clothes and boots.
1 am not one of your little toys you can just play with when you’re bored,” I went on, jabbing a finger right at his chest because if he wasn’t going to respond then I was going to fill the silence myself. “I don’t care how many girls you’ve made swoon with that stupid smirk or that whole dark–and–dangerous thing you’ve got geng on, because it does not work on me
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ntire body went rigid. My brain emptied out like someone had hit a reset button. Because Daren didn’t say it – he said it the exact same way.
same low rumble. The same rough edge. The same dangerous little curl at the end that made it sound like a nickname and more like something my whole body was supposed to respond to without
mission.
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my actual God.
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Get Your Hands Off Me!
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Right now. I mean it, Daren, this isn’t funny. It’s creepy and it’s weird and you sound–oh my God–you sound just like him.”
But he didn’t stop.
No, of course he didn’t stop.
Because Daren leaned in slightly, close enough that I could feel the heat of him through the space between us, and then he said, in that exact same voice Damon used when he had me pressed into the mattress last night, “Kitten, you remember the way you moaned for him, don’t you? The way you couldn’t stop shaking
under his hands?”
I gasped so loud it almost hurt my own ears. Well to be honest I actually moaned.
He smirked even wider, like my entire meltdown was entertainment, like me standing here flailing and shrieking and turning red was the best show he had seen all week.
And then, because apparently my nerves hadn’t suffered enough, Daren leaned in closer still, his voice dropping so low it practically slid along my skin when he said, “Kitten, I bet you were so loud for him last night the whole house could hear, weren’t you? Bet you dug your nails in and begged him not to stop. Did you beg, kitten?”
“**k you!” I screeched. “Do you have no boundaries? Do you have no sense of self–preservation? Because when he gets back and finds out you said this to me in his voice, in his actual voice, you are going to die, Daren, and I am going to watch while eating popcorn because you will deserve every second of it!”
I was already breathing too fast, my heart going completely insane, my entire brain yelling at me to walk away before I lost my mind completely, but of course Daren didn’t care about any of that. Of course he didn’t stop when a normal person would have stopped five insults ago.
Because he leaned in even closer, his eyes dark, his mouth tilted in that infuriating half–smirk, and with that exact same voice Damon used when he had me shaking last night, he said it.
“I wanna f**k you,” Daren murmured, slow and deliberate, like he was dropping a match into a field of gasoline on purpose. “Oh, f**k, I wanna f**k you. I want to put my fingers in your p***y and pinch that f*****g pink clit of yours… and watch you squirt all over my f*****g face.”
I swear my entire soul left my body.
I froze Absolutely froze. My wolf froze. My mouth opened but nothing came out.
“That’s it, kitten,” he murmured in that same low voice, the one that sounded so much like Damon’s it made
my whole head spin. “Good girl”
“Stop calling me that?” I snapped, except it came out too shaky, way too breathless, and the smirk on Daren’s face told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He could see it all over me, the way my hands were trembling, the way my chest was rising too fast like I couldn’t get enough air.
“f**k, I know you’re wet,” he said softly, taking another step closer with that calm, lazy arrogance that made
my stomach twist into a hundred knots
I backed up automatically, bumping into the wall behind me, my heart hammering so hard it hurt. “Daren, stop,” I said quickly, my words tumbling over each other because my brain and my mouth were running in opposite directions. “I am not kidding This is insane, you are insane, and Damon is literally going to kill you
when he hears this.”
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Get Your Hands Off Me!
But Daren didn’t stop. He leaned in so close I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dropping to that low, smooth tone that made everything in my body clench up tight.
“I’m gonna touch your p***y now,” he whispered slowly, clearly, like he wanted to set the words on fire right
there in the air between us.
That was it.
I slapped him.
Hard.
“f**k you!” I shouted, my chest heaving.
“You are disgusting, Daren! Absolutely disgusting! I hope Damon buries you alive when he hears this, and I will personally hand him the shovel! Do you understand me? You are insane! There is something seriously,
permanently wrong with you!”
My entire body was still buzzing, my wolf was growling in my head like she wanted to rip his throat out
herself, and I could not stand there one second longer.
So I turned on my heel and stormed away, my heart still thundering so hard I could barely hear anything over
- it.
I left him standing there with that infuriating smirk still tugging at his mouth like he hadn’t just wrecked my entire nervous system in five minutes flat.
I was halfway to the house, my hands flying everywhere as I muttered to myself because I had too much fury to keep inside my body, when I heard him behind me.
“I promise you,” Daren called out. “I’ll have a taste of you even if it means I’ll die for it.”
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