“I was!” she declares before she squirms out of my lap until she’s standing. I keep my hands on her hips, preventing her from taking a step.
“Where are you going?”
“I just need some tissues, jeez!” she huffs, pushing my hands off her and finally sounding more like a college girl than the seductress she pretends to be when she stomps to the bathroom.
I keep my seat since it’s the best one to stop her from leaving, listening to her blow her nose.
When she comes out of the bathroom, still naked of course, she walks right over to the small corner kitchen. Reaching into the minifridge, she grabs a tiny bottle from a shelf on the door, opening it and guzzling it down. She grabs a second one and is sucking it down before I even realize what she’s drinking.
“Goddammit,” I mutter when I hurry over and jerk the empty bottle from her hand. Then we’re both scrambling to see who can get to the other two bottles the fastest, nearly ripping the refrigerator door off its hinges. Hannah grabs them by the narrow neck first, but I’m easily able to pry them from her fingers.
“No more alcohol,” I say, twisting the tops open and pouring each one down the kitchen sink.
“Why the hell not?” she questions me, digging around in the fridge to see if we missed any bottles. We didn’t.
“Because you’re not old enough to drink!” I remind her. “So you’re definitely too young to be drinking until you’re so drunk you don’t know where you are or who you’re with. What if I had been a rapist?” I snap at her.
“Then you would’ve actually fucked me instead of being such a cocktease,” she responds when she jumps up and sits on the small kitchen counter naked.
“Jesus, you are incredibly messed up,” I mutter as I shove my fingers through my still-damp hair. Guess that means her fight didn’t last nearly as long as I thought it did.
“No kidding,” she says with a chuckle.
“Could you please just put some clothes on so we can go eat something and make our flight?”
“No to the clothes and no to the flight,” she answers, then spreads her knees apart as far as they can go. “But I’ve got something you can eat right here, sexy.”
This isn’t a girl; this is a seriously deranged nympho. And I’ve had enough of her bullshit games. According to the alarm clock beside the bed, we’ve got thirty minutes before we need to be at the airport to allow three hours to get through security and find the terminal. Less than that and anything could go wrong. We could miss our flight.
Marching up to her, I grab her knees and push them together. When she tries to widen them, I hold them together harder. Looking her right in her pretty blue eyes, I tell her, “You’re a child. Not because of your age but because of how immature you’re being right now. I’m not going to fuck you or put my mouth on you, so stop acting like a needy little slut.”
She visibly flinches at my insult, but I’m past the point of caring. If she doesn’t want to be called out for her ridiculous and dangerous behavior, she needs to stop acting out.
“Now, are you going to finally put some fucking clothes on and act like an adult, or do you want me to hold you down and dress you like a toddler throwing a tantrum?”
Finally, there’s something other than the playful lust on her face. She’s pissed, eyes narrowed, lips pursed. I’m not even surprised when both of her hands shove into my chest, pushing me away. I take several steps backward, giving her space to jump down from the counter, which she does. Then she grabs the bag I packed her at the professor’s house and storms into the bathroom. The door slams shut, and I hear the lock turn.
I can handle her acting like a sullen teenager much better than the seductress.
In fact, I start to think I’m finally making progress.
But five, ten, twenty minutes go by and she doesn’t come out of the bathroom.
With only two minutes left before our absolute must-leave time, I go over and bang my fist on the door, annoyed, tired, and hungry. It’s not a great combination or one I’m familiar with.
“Hannah, we have to go!” I yell at her.
There’s no response.
“Now! Get your ass out here or I’ll bust down the door!”
I ram my shoulder into the heavy structure, but it doesn’t budge an inch even against my size and strength. And Hannah doesn’t come out. Not by the time we have to leave for the airport, and not by the time when our plane that we’re not on probably takes off.
By then, I’m so pissed off that I can’t even see straight to rebook a flight on my phone. Instead, I pick up the lamp on the table beside the bed, jerking the cord out of the wall to fling it across the room because I feel so out of control. Right then and there I make a vow that I will never have kids if it means having a girl like Hannah. Being a twin, there’s a possibility that I could have two of her.
Hell no.
I’m no more cut out to be a parent than Cannon, which is why I’m always on his ass about being careful. He doesn’t need to impregnate a woman who will suck every last penny from him in child support for the bastard kid he accidentally made.
And while I’ll never be able to handle out-of-control brats, I am a Savage fucking King and we don’t put up with anyone’s shit. It’s time for me to get creative if I’m going to ever get the child who locked herself in the bathroom home since she’s obviously not going to willingly step foot on an airplane. It’s not like I could carry her on board and hold her hostage in front of the other passengers and crew the entire time.
Despite her protests, I am going to drag her back. I have to. If I don’t, I risk losing everyone I care about – Cannon and my MC brothers, not to mention putting even more stress on my parents, who would be ashamed of me if they saw those videos.
I’ve never been glad for my kinks before now, but what do you know, I happen to have exactly what I need in my backpack to keep her from escaping. Not to mention I already have another form of transportation, one that’s more private. I wasn’t planning on using my small personal bondage stash when I packed it to bring with me. Mostly, I just wanted to make sure Cannon wouldn’t find it while I was gone if he went snooping through my room. Now it looks like it’s actually going to come in handy. I just hope that while using the restraints on Hannah, I’ll be able to keep myself in check.
Chapter Eight
Hannah
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Things have gotten way too quiet on the other side of the bathroom door, out in the hotel room.
For a while, Conrad was shouting, and I thought I heard something break.
He’s pissed.
Good, because I am too.
He may think I’m acting like a brat, but I didn’t ask him to come all the way out here to bring me home. I’m fully capable of making my own decisions even if they’re bad ones. At least they are mine and no one is making them for me – like my father.
I hate that man so much that I can’t even put it into words.
All he cares about is his reputation and his stupid job. Being the police chief means more to him than his family or anything else. Which is so fucked-up. The things he’s done to me…if anyone deserves to be locked up in prison, it’s him!