Control by M. S. Willis Read Free Book Online

BITCH broke
my finger!”
    Daemon
grabbed the guy by his shoulders and started shoving him towards the front
entrance.  When the guy pushed back at Daemon, I swear I heard Daemon
growl.
    “It’s
obvious you have no clue how to treat a lady, so I’m sure you deserved it….”
    I
jumped at the sound of his booming voice.  
    “…now
take your drunk ass and get OUT of this club before I personally throw you
out!”  Daemon pointed to the front entrance and two other bouncers grabbed
the guy and started dragging him to the door.  Before they could move him
five feet away, he turned back to me.
    “You’ll
pay for this you stupid whore!”
    Oh
no.  He did not just utter fighting words .  My blood started to boil.
    I let
out a primal roar and lunged for him, fully prepared to jab his eyes out. 
Daemon grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back as the other bouncers
continued to drag the drunken idiot out the front door.  I continued
lunging forward and was kicking and screaming like a rabid animal attempting to
break free of Daemon’s hold.
    “Let.
Me. Go!  That asshole needs a serious lesson in manners!” I futilely
pushed at Daemon’s arms which were wrapped like steel bands around my
midsection.  He must have finally had enough because he picked me up and
threw me over his shoulder.  He walked me to a back storage room and
closed and locked the door behind us.  He was smart enough to know that
the lock wouldn’t stop me, so he put me down and then barricaded the door with
his massive body.
    Standing
this close to him, I realized he had to be at least 6’5” because I had to tilt
my head all the way up to give him my death glare.
    “What
the hell?!”  I continued glaring. “I had that handled. Move out of my way
and let me out of here!”  I started pushing at his chest which was solid
as rock. He didn’t budge.
    “I’m
not letting you leave here until you calm the fuck down.”
    I stalked
over to the back of the storage room and began pacing back and forth.  I
took deep breaths in and out attempting to calm my heart rate and clear the
visions of homicide from my head.  Daemon stood there calmly waiting for
me to get myself under control.
    After a
couple of minutes, I was finally able to face Daemon like a normal
person.  He raised an eyebrow at me then had the audacity to smile.
    “Are we
done now?  Or do you need me to continue standing here making sure you
don’t see the inside of a jail cell or hospital room tonight?”
    I
glared over into his crystal blue eyes and held up my hands in defeat.
    “Fine. 
You’re right.  But that guy deserved more than a broken finger. 
First, he thought he had the right to grope me, but then to turn around and
call me a whore because I fought back against his advances? That’s just fucked
up.  That guy is an asshole!”
    Daemon
nodded in agreement and let out a loud sigh.  He was quiet for a moment
and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.  He looked at me and walked to a
shelf on the right side of the room.  He grabbed a brown package and
ripped it open to grab the napkins it contained.  Walking over to me, he
held out the napkins.  “Take this.  You’re soaking wet.”
    I
remembered that the drunk idiot’s drink had spilled all over me.  I was so
damn angry I wasn’t paying attention to the fact that my shirt was stuck to me
from the moisture.  I accepted the napkins from Daemon and started patting
down my shirt.  I lifted the hem of my shirt to better dry my stomach and then
had to pull the top part down slightly to dry my chest.  When I looked
back to Daemon, his eyes had darkened and his gaze was locked on my body. 
He noticed that I had stopped moving and he shook his head and looked up at me.
    “I have
to ask you something,” he stated bluntly.
    I
looked up into his eyes.  “Shoot.”
    He
cleared his throat and then looked down at his feet for a moment.  He
looked back up at me and asked, “Why did you react like