Pretty Little Savage (Sick Boys #1) - Lucy Smoke Page 0,136

I grab her and press myself fully against her chest, pinning her to the wall. "Don't fucking walk away from me," I snarl. "Tell me—were you with your little friend this entire time or were you with Luc Kincaid—fucking him?"

A beat of silence passes between us and her head sinks back on her shoulders. Her eyes narrow into tiny little slivers. For several moments, she doesn't say a damn thing, and that's it. That's when I fucking know. I've been fucking played by her. Avalon Manning is no pauper princess. She's a gold digging whore. Just like everything the file says her mother is.

And my fucking father—he and the other heads of the family. They knew. Why would they give me her file then? We were supposed to watch her. Was this it? Just to make sure she didn't fuck up? If that was the case then I'd fucking ruined that plan, because I did fuck it up. I let her get under my skin.

"I'm going to give you three seconds to let me go," she says in a voice so quiet I almost don't catch the words.

I stare at her face—the smooth, creaminess of her skin. The dark lashes that frame her eyes. The small smattering of freckles so light they only really reveal themselves when she's lying out in the sun. And I want to fucking ruin it. I want to wreck this face. Put my hands around her throat and squeeze. I can feel the heat inside me build, like a volcano ready to erupt.

"Dean." She says my name and I hate the way I love it on her tongue. "Get your fucking hands off me now, before I make you. I've had a shit night and I really don't want to fucking do this right now."

"Just tell me the truth then," I insist.

I want to hear her say it. I need to hear her say it. I want either her confirmation or her denial—either one will tell me what kind of person she really is, but in true Avalon fashion, she gives me neither. When I don't move, she places two hands on my chest and shoves me back before turning away.

"I didn't fucking say you could leave!" I reach for her arm, but as soon as I feel my fingers lock on her bicep, she's twisting out of my grip and throwing a right hook towards my face.

"And I didn't fucking say you could touch me, asshole!" she yells back. "I'm fucking sick and tired of you dicks thinking you can just grab me and throw me around like a goddamn ragdoll! You think just because I fucked you that I belong to you? Well, I don't. I belong to no one but myself. So, you can go fuck off for all I care."

Red colors the corners of my vision. Even sitting alone in his giant fucking houses with wounds all over my body from nightly 'training' sessions. Even after I'd killed my first traitor. Even through the worst of my adolescence and childhood, I'd never felt this angry. And before I can stop to think or ask myself why it's like this with her it's already too late.

More broken glass crunches under my shoes as I snatch her up and slam her back into another wall, shoving my body against her, letting one of my legs between her thighs. "You do belong to me," I tell her in the coldest of tones. "I can do whatever I want with you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. You’re not going to run away. I'm not going to let you run back to him—he only wants to fuck whores anyway … or wait, is that what you want? You want me to fuck you like a whore? I thought I pleased you enough already, but if that’s what you want, baby…” I move back, dropping her back to the floor so that I can see her reaction.

Big fucking mistake. Avalon shoots away from me and when I move to follow her she turns back around and punches me in the nose. "Shit!" I stumble back as blood pours down over my upper lip, but she's not done yet. Oh no, not my girl. She rears back and delivers what I might've called the perfect full frontal kick if it hadn't been aimed directly for my balls.

I go down in a heap, wheezing as pain ricochets through me. The glass on the floor cuts