Chapter 29

• Colton catches me by the elbow instantly and yanks me to the right instead, heading for the stairs at a fast pace that signals he’s in no mode to argue about it. I fight him every inch of the way by tugging, squirming, and pushing him off, stabbing him with scathing pointed glares, refusing to relent. Forced by his strength. Not even letting me choose where I get to be alone, and it riles me, that simmering fire in my belly returns in a flash to push all tame aside, and my inner demon shows face. I pull his hand from my arm, getting madder when he grabs me by the other instead, a tighter, biting grip that is meant to bring me back to heel. I twist it away, but to no avail, as he shunts me from behind, then slides his arms around my body and continues to guide and push me forcefully where he wants me to go. It becomes a juvenile game of slapping, grabbing, shoving, tugging, and he gets me around the waist and lifts me from my feet before I ram an elbow straight in his face, crunching on the bridge of his nose and bruising my bone in the process.
• “Fuck’s sake, Lorey!” he snaps at me, losing his shit entirely, and stops as we hit the foot of the stairs. He turns me on snappily, hauls me towards him by the waist, bends, and hoists me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Seriously emanating all kinds of rage at my refusal to be controlled and glares at me, hitting me with a full-on furious frown and sneer.
• He is not playing anymore; his anger radiates hotter than the sun, but it only heightens my own. Carrying me as I squirm and wriggle and kick out, using my nails on his back to make him drop me. He grips me tight and does the worst thing he can do at this moment. He uses his gift again to get me to do as he wants, against my will.