Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

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his presence, then he's going to have to suffer all of mine.

After a much-needed shower. I carefully do my makeup to match the gems and pin my hair back in loose twisties. I pick up the pretty red dress I had gotten off the rack when Calypso had been here and slip it over my body not bothering with underwear. If I have to suffer I know exactly how much it affects him when the elevator doors open and I step out to go over to him. His entire body stiffens as I hold my phone up to show him that I see now that he did actually message me a couple of hours before he showed up at the blacksmith's. "I apologize. You did message me after all," "Let's go, Perry," he growls and grabs my arm roughly. I struggle to keep up with his long strides.

He all but rips the passenger side door of the G-Wagon open. Someone fixed it. He shoves me inside and reaches over me to put the seatbelt on me before he slams the door shut so hard that the entire car rocks. I get my laugh out as he storms around. I press my lips together and look out the glass so he doesn't see me trying not to laugh. I see him staring at me hard through the reflection. "Am I allowed to ask where we're going, my King?" I ask.

"No," he growls and starts the engine.

I can't believe I scratched him the way I did. It's something neither of us is ever going to be able to take back. He has to live with the reminder of what he forced me to endure for the rest of his existence. I didn't deserve what he did to me and he knows that. His fear and insecurities eat away at his soul. More so when his brother is around. That was the reason why he did it.

It wasn't because of the information I know. We both know I'd never give him up. I may not love him, but I chose him to be the last piece of me I leave behind. He marked me because he was scared that James was going to take me from him. Like I'd willing go with that sociopath and leave him. His trauma runs deep and any time it surfaces, I'm going to have to pay the price. But I'll be d***ed if I'm letting him make me suffer alone.

his nose almost fell off.

me,

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don't know what you're referring to," I've

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what I'm talking about. These petty shots you're taking. We're going to end up killing one another," "You're not easy to

growls and hits the brakes to get out of the car before coming around to open my door. I don't turn to look at him. He takes the seatbelt off and pulls me out. My back hits the side of the car hard enough that the glass cr***ks. I finally look up at him not giving him any indication that this bothers me. It doesn't. Physical pain isn't going to undo the damage he's inflicted. I stare at what he made me do to him and reach to touch the scars on his chin, "You don't

everything I have to offer and you humilate me at every turn.

was going to take you," he

would have let him kill me before I gave him anything. This isn't about that. This is about him taking

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