Watching Jessie get harassed. … Can’t help but snicker.
Jessie sat up a little from where she lay. With an ounce of bravado, she rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you just remove it if you’re so intent on teaching me a lesson?”
A groan escaped as he kicked her and she cringed a little. “You little bastard!” She cried out through clenched teeth. Upon being lifted she leaned in to him. “Don’t patronize me.” She grabbed his hand and forced it from her cheek. “And it’s Jessie. You will address me by my name.” She narrowed her eyes and pushed him. He wasn’t James, she didn’t dare slap him. She actually felt a shiver of fear run through her that he would give her the power and the chance.
She growled, but stayed where she was. Something held her frozen to the spot.
“You lose.” he stated, pinning her to the wall now, hands holding her wrists down as he stepped closer, steel-gray eyes amused. “Now, you had your chance to supposedly dominate me… Now. It’s my turn.” he whispered at her ear before he pulled away, his lips on hers. Hungry and forceful as he bit on her bottom lip harshly, ravaging what he could of that stubborn mouth this girl had.
Her face turned red, anger coursing through her veins. Why was he so incorrigible? She struggled against his strength. “You are nothing more than a thorn in my side. I don’t care WHO you are, you have no right to treat me this way. I may be many things, but I am NOT your bitch!” Her eyes flashed, but internally something was stirring. “Submit?” She laughed. “I will dominate you!”
An arrogant smirked adorned his face as he kicked her in the side, “A thorn am I…? Be careful then… For thorns… Can be as beautiful as they are sharp.” he stated, He grabbed her by the scruff of her shirt, argent eyes holding his wicked amusement. “Let’s just see you dominate me. ” he purred, as a gloved hand would cup her cheek. “Before I make you scream in pleasure, you’re free to try to make me squirm, lil’ bitch.”
She tried to fight him off, struggling to free herself from his grasp, her hands pushing at his shoulders. He was stronger, but she wanted to gain the upper hand. When she was forced from her feet to the floor, she fell hard. Looking up at him, she scowled. “If your father knew what you were doing…” She didn’t finish her sentence for she really hadn’t a clue what Giovanni would do. Silver always got what he wanted. She tried to get back on her feet, but her legs hurt.
“Don’t. You. Dare. Call me a bitch, you insufferable little prick!”
“You are a bitch, my bitch. Frankly if my father knew he’d be recording us and showing it to all of the organization.” he snapped in pure fury. “What’s so wrong with you…? I always get what I want…? Or have you forgotten that detail?” he demanded. “I am a prick, I am your fucking worst nightmare.” he growled, fingers pressing into her throat, before he’d lift her, showing his strength now.
“You will submit to me…” he growled, biting her left ear, hard now. “Or I can abuse you until you can no longer walk, your choice.”