Chapter 31

The Predator

Dragging her down the hallway, her body grew heavy as she tried to dig her soles into the floor and I rolled my eyes. As if I couldn’t just throw her over my shoulder. Her breaths were inconsistent and sharp. Ah. Music to my ears.

She whimpered, a pathetic sound, but it fed my ego. The way my cock was throbbing was alarming at her sight.

Kyle pushed open the door to the penthouse. She resisted again but that just started to get on my nerves and shoved her inside.

Like I said, there was a method to my lunacy.

And soon, she would come to understand.

In the end, they always do.

“I still don’t think—” I rolled my eyes. And removed the shades.

“I don’t care about what you think, Kyle. Suck it up, and do as you're told. Your opinions are about as useful as nothing.”

His face turned red, but he bit his tongue. I could almost see the gears turning in his head, struggling to come up with a retort that wouldn’