Chapter 187 Slap Me
Chapter 187 Slap Me
Draven POV
It was Saturday. I didn’t usually go out during the weekends. My other studio was here, and Seregi was always available through email.
“Alright. I’m so excited to see you, D. I miss you so much…” The maternal side of her emerged, her voice reaching a new tone as the sincerity came through the phone. I was almost thirty, but my mother still loved me like I was six.
“I miss you too, Mama.”
When I found the empty breakfast tray in Lila room, I knew she’d already left for the stables.
I was hoping she would still be there so I could have a morning fuck.
I walked down the dirt path and reached the barn and stables. Lila was there, carrying a bridle and reins to the tack room. She hung it on the metal hook then wiped her hands on her denim jeans even when she was dressed like a cowgirl, she still looked sexy. “Lila.”
She turned my way, her hair in a braid over one shoulder. Her eyes narrowed in a hostile smolder and fuck, she was hot. I loved that pissed look she gave me.
All I had to do was fuck her to make it go away. I’d claimed her then changed her into a
sexual woman. I made her enjoy sex, made her enjoy me. I walked toward her then gave the gardener a meaningful look and he disappeared.
“I have a lot of work to do, so what is it?” she asked, taking a small step backward and deliberately putting some distance between us.
Her eyes stayed on mine, cautious but not afraid, as if she already suspected she wasn't going to like whatever I had to say.
“I need you to head back to the house and stay in your bedroom for the rest of the day.”
Her brows pulled together immediately. “Why?”
I glared at her, already growing impatient with the questions. “It’s not even ten yet,” she said, glancing toward the house before looking back at me.
“I have a lot of work to do and plenty of time to get it done.”
“That’s what I pay the gardener for.” My voice hardened. “So get in the house.”
She stared at me for a moment, clearly trying to understand why I was being so insistent.
“Why?” she repeated.
“Because I said so,” I hissed.
My patience was thinning with every second she stood there arguing with me. We were out in the open, with a witness just around the corner.
She probably thought she was safe standing there, that being outside meant there was nothing I could do to make her cooperate but she shouldn't underestimate me.
She turned away from me with a frustrated sigh. “I like being out here.”
The casualness of her response only irritated me more and I reached for her, grabbed her by the elbow, and jerked her back toward me. She stumbled slightly before finding her balance, her eyes immediately snapping back to mine.
“And you can be out here tomorrow,” I said, keeping my voice low and firm, “but for today, you need to go inside.”
I tightened my grip just enough to make my point. “Don’t make me ask you again.”
I leaned closer, letting the threat in my voice speak for itself.
“I’ll take you in one of those stalls and fuck you with your jeans around your ankles. You can try me, Lila. Remember, I’m not Nico.”
She didn't jerk away from my grip, but the expression that crossed her face made it clear that mentioning Nico had struck a nerve.
Her eyes hardened, anger flashing through them, she was pissed not because I was ordering her inside, but because I had dragged Nico into it. “Tell me why.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.”
My hand tightened on her elbow, and I pulled her closer to me. “I have company coming.”
“And you don’t want them to see me.” Her eyes narrowed in disgust. “Of course…I’m your dirty little secret or you are scared Nico father would kill you if he see me.”
“Or maybe he will kill you and not me?”
“Who is it?”
“My family.”
Her hostility slowly faded away. “Your family?”
“My mother, brother and cousin. They’re coming over for lunch, and they don’t need to
see you.”
She pulled her arm away slowly. “You’re going to hide me from them forever?”
“Not sure yet.”
“They won’t even notice me over here and you can tell them I’m just a member of your staff.”
Now my patience was really waning because I’d never had to argue with someone so much. My orders were followed without question, and her constant inquisition was really pissing me off.
“If you don’t get your ass in the house, I’ll slap that pretty face of yours until my handprint is marked on your cheek. Do you understand me?”
Instead of taking off in fright, she stood her ground then she did something I never could have anticipated. She stepped closer to me, getting right in my face. “Do it. Slap me.” She placed her hands on her hips and squared her
shoulders.
She even turned her face so I had perfect access to her cheek and I’d slapped my brother when I was six years old, and my mother beat my ass for it. She told me to never hit my brother became he was my blood but she never knew my elder brother was a big bully.
The tense silence stretched between us. Lila stared at me with the same hostility as before, hardly blinking as she met my gaze then she finally turned away and headed to the house. “That’s what I thought, Draven.”
She walked away, her hips shaking as she made her exit and I watched her, infuriated, hating myself for letting her prove me wrong.
I should have given her the beating of a lifetime to put her in her place but my anger was mixed with the deepest wave of arousal I’d ever felt.
Something about her telling me off got my heart racing. She didn’t hesitate before she
called me an asshole, and she didn’t hesitate before she called my bluff and that was fucking hot.