Page 26 of Collars & Kittens
Ben rolls his eyes, and bitterness drips from his tongue. “You disappeared without talking to me. When I heard about the stupid radio show date, I came to find you.”
Stupid radio show date? STUPID? What an asshole.
Suddenly, the fear is gone, and I can think clearly as anger spirals from the pit of my stomach. How dare he come here, trying to scare me?
I skewer him with a look. “We didn’t need to talk. I left you a note explaining that I was leaving.”
Ben’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Olivia, you’re my fiancé—“
“Was,” I hiss at him, cutting him off. “Iwasyour fiancé. Now you’re nothing to me.”
His eyes search mine, and when I see them harden, my mind fills with unease. With a shrug, he changes tactics, and says casually, “So, you moved out of our apartment and left a note. And then you came to this shitty little town?”
The more he talks, the more pissed I get. My voice is hard. “Ben, why are you here? Spit it out and then leave.”
His hands ball into fists, and he steps towards me. “Olivia…”
I hold up a hand and take a step back. “Stop. No.”
He freezes and gives me an incredulous look. “What do you mean, no?”
“Don’t come any closer.” What does it sound like, jackass? A feeling of dread bubbles up inside me, and the fact he’s making me feel this way enrages me.
When he takes another step forward, his eyes darken in anger, and my stomach clenches. Shit, should I make a run for it? He’s never physically hurt me, but right now feels different from anything he’s done before.
His tone is demanding. “Olivia, we need to talk. I love you.”
When he reaches for me again, I almost trip in my hurry to get away. “Ben, stop.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he rushes at me and grabs my upper arm, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me towards him and wraps an arm around my waist, holding me close. It feels like a thousand ants are crawling over my skin as I push at him.
His tone turns pleading, as if he’s trying to convince me he’s not the bad guy. “Baby, you’ve got this all wrong.”
This is so fucked up and terrifying, and I can’t do this. I won’t do this. I will not allow him to hurt me. Not anymore.
I stop struggling, and I feel deadly calm. “Let. Go.”
“Not until we work this out.”
Anger flares, and before I can think, I knee his nuts as hard as I can.
He squeaks, and his hold on me loosens. I take the opportunity to reach down and grab his cock and however much of his balls I can get through his slacks, twisting them. Thank God he’s always had a small dick.
He cries out and drops his hold on me all together, trying to step back. I follow him, not letting go.
“I said...” I twist a little harder. “You’re leaving.”
I give him another sharp yank and push him away, watching him stagger backwards. When he reaches for his crotch, a sense of satisfaction floods me.
He crouches with his hands over his junk, tears in his eyes. “Jesus...fuck, Olivia. Are you trying to make me not be able to have kids?”
Staring down at him, I realize he’s just a pathetic little man holding his nuts in front of me. I refuse to live in fear of him. I want him gone. Now.
I stand up to my full height and point at the driveway. “You are leaving and not coming back. We’re over.” I pause, and his shoulders droop before I continue, my voice sounding loud in my ears. “If you ever touch me again, you won’t be fathering any children, ever. You won’t have balls when I’m done with you.”
His eyes widen. “You’re fucking psycho. Did you know that? I wouldn’t want kids with you, anyway.”
A car door slamming closed makes us both glance towards the street. Dalton is striding across the lawn towards us. His jaw is clenched with a murderous expression on his face, but his tone’s deceptively mild.
