Remember Me (Broken Heroes 6)

He’s insane. Mentally unstable, and somehow that only makes him hotter.

4

Luke

Pain in the ass. That’s what she is being right now. Denying me left and right. Pushing my buttons. She’s lucky I have the patience of a saint when it comes to her because if she were anyone else, she would be dead. A bullet right between her eyes, her body most likely at the bottom of a nearby river.

But she’s not just anyone. She’s my Grace. My sassy, strong-willed, fucking woman, who has me harder than a diamond with her constant sparring. I grab the handcuffs and my clothing before heading into the bathroom. I need a shower, but I also need to be sure that she’s going to be here when I get out, and the only way to ensure that is to bring her into that bathroom with me. Oh, this should be fun.

“Come here,” I command, as soon as she’s completely dressed. She gives me a look that says she would rather eat glass than take an order from me, but she knows damn well she’ll end up doing what I say, one way or another.

“I don’t like you, Luke,” she snarls, her nose crinkling as she narrows her whiskey colored eyes.

“Right now, I don’t really care what you like. Now come here or I’ll bring you here. One way or another you’re coming inside this bathroom so that I can shower.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I can sit right here on the bed and wait for you.”

Soon I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking her across every single surface in this hotel. I’ll fuck her into submission, until she’s nothing more than a mess of my come and pure ecstasy. Until she’s come so many times she can’t bear to move, her body too relaxed and tired to fight me.

“Grace,” I warn sternly.

She sighs loudly before stomping back into the bathroom. I make her sit down on the toilet and cuff her hands behind her back before I take off my boxers. I grin watching as she purposefully stares at the wall.

“No need to look away, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before.” I say. I can’t help but chuckle, feeling the anger rolling off of her in waves. It slams into me, knocking the air from my lungs. I like her like this, feisty, and fighting, she’s more than proven she isn’t a weak woman but instead an equal to me. When she doesn’t do anything but exhale an angry breath, I give her my back and turn on the water, and just as I expected, she looks at me. I can feel her eyes on my flesh.

I shower quickly, keeping an eye on her the whole time thanks to the see-through shower curtain. When I get out and dry off, she goes back to staring at the wall. Like she’s never seen my cock or had it inside of her before. I want to beat on my chest like a gorilla, tell her she belongs to me, that I’ve already claimed her, and that every part of me belongs to her, but I don’t.

“Where are you going?” She barks at me as I slip out of the bathroom leaving her sitting on the toilet so I can get dressed in the bedroom. I’m already halfway dressed when she comes out and sits down on the bed without a word. She’s staring at me with fire, and something else, something that I can’t quite read in her eyes.

“Can you uncuff me now?” she asks.

“No.”

“No? What do you mean, no?” She exclaims and I turn to face her.

“I mean, no. You’re going to stay cuffed until we are on the plane,” I tell her while buttoning up my shirt. I can feel her eyes roaming over my exposed chest. Yeah, that’s right. Stare all you want, baby. I’ve worked hard to have the sculpted body I do. The washboard abs, the well-defined muscles.

“Actually, I might keep you cuffed on the plane too. I’ll decide on the way.”

“What? Y-you can’t do that! You can’t do any of this. It’s called kidnapping, Luke, and it’s a crime. Do you want to go to prison?”

I shake my head; doesn’t she get that something as petty as kidnapping isn’t going to bother me. If only she knew the crimes I commit on a daily basis.

“Haven’t we been over this? I can and I will do whatever I want.” I zip up the suitcase and drape my jacket over Grace’s shoulders to hide the handcuffs. “Now are you going to be a good girl and walk out to the car for me or do I need to choke you out again and carry you?”

“I’ll walk,” she says through her clenched teeth, barely restraining her anger.

I roll the suitcase behind me while keeping one arm tightly around Grace. I help her into the front seat and buckle her up before putting the suitcase into the trunk. I get in the driver seat and watch her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Seeing her uncomfortable irritates me but there’s nothing I can do, at least not right this second.