Chapter 89: He Is Bait, Just Bait.
(ARLO)
I hate that I’m attracted to Miles.
Now all the fun of having him my captive at the cabin cellar is ruined. If I hadn’t been this attracted to him, I wouldn’t have had sex with him, to begin with. I still have no idea why I did that in the first place. Sure, I was horny but even so, having sex with my mark was a dumb thing to do. Risky.
Even down at the cellar just now, his scent made me get a weird reaction. I decided to be twice as mean to him because of what his scent was doing to me. It pisses me off because I don’t want to be attracted to Miles. He’s just a card to be played. He’s a pawn in my game.
And I’d love to use him some more.
I curse under my breath as I climb up the stairs to the kitchen. Marus glances at me uneasily as I enter the room. His yellow eyes glitter in the dim light. "You had a nice chat?" He asks.
I pull a chair from underneath the oak table and sit and I put the cattle prod on the table. "He’s an asshole."
It is a small vintage kitchen. Dated. It has yellow Formica countertops, oak cupboards and old appliances. It is cosy, however.
"Is that even news? He asks. " All the triple triad guys are assholes. They think they’re gods."
"I’m gonna torture that jerk, and I’ll enjoy it. " I get up and go to the coffee maker, where I serve myself a cup of coffee, still seething on Miles’ arrogance. The fact that he wasn’t the least bit scared pisses me off. If anything, he should be peeing himself just like the visitors who have visited me here have. Instead, he makes me feel like the loser. And that’s fucking annoying.
"I remember that guy’s face. The day Sasha went looking for Tyler at Mortus’ clinic, he kind of saved my life."