Chapter 4
664 Words
MIA'S POV
Heat.
That's all I could feel around me.
It was getting too hot. I groaned, trying to kick off the blankets, only to realize that I couldn't move. I opened my eyes, letting myself adjust to the darkness of the room, my eyes falling to the huge, muscular arm wrapped around my waist and I sighed. I struggled to lift his arm off me as he frowned, pulling me closer to him. I huffed, glaring at him, before managing to slip away from him and putting my body pillow in my place. I watched as he pulled the pillow on him and I shook my head, slipping into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth and heading into my closet to get an outfit for the day.
I picked out a a white tank crop top that was backless, with blue ripped jean shorts and nude Gladiator heels.
I took a shower, dressing quickly and making it downstairs without Rafe knowing. I sat at the breakfast bar where Chase already was.
"'Sup, b***h boy?" I mumbled, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
"I told you stop calling me that!" He whined.
Mom rolled here eyes at us and I grinned. Dad stepped up behind her, pulling her into his arms. Chase and I gagged as they had a full out make - out session in front of us.
"Boo! Get a room!" I yelled, my face scrunching up.
Mom raised her middle finger up to me, still not breaking the kiss.
I gasped in mock offense, my hand going up to my chest.
"Hmph! Well then...." I got up, taking an apple with me.
"I'll be at the pack house if anyone needs me," I was ignored as I said this as Chase was on his phone and Dad had now picked up Mom, carrying her out the room.
"Use protection!" I yelled after them, before walking over to the door, only to be pulled back.
I groaned as I felt the tingles went up my arms, knowing it was Rafe.
"Where are you going, baby?"
"I'm not your baby, so stop calling me that, one. And two, where I'm going doesn't f*****g concern you, dip shit."
He growled, pulling me back harshly into him, his lips by my ear.
"What have I told you about that mouth, tesoro? You better be careful about what words slip out from between those luscious lips," he whispered, nipping at my lobe.
I whimpered as he found my weak spot and he chuckled huskily.
"You know bella, you can make things easier for yourself if you just stopped defying me."
"Go to hell," I spat.
"Only if you promise that you'll meet me there," I remained quiet as I had no rebound for that.
"Now back to the question from before. Where are you going?"
"Somewhere," I answered back smartly.
He growled, slapping my ass.
"Mia, I'm going to ask you this one more time. Where. The. f**k. Are. You. Going?"
"Rafael, I'm going to answer you one more time. None. Of. Your. f*****g. Business."
He picked me, carrying me, kicking and screaming to my room.
He threw me roughly onto the bed, my body bouncing up. I glared at him as he climbed on top of me.
"Now I'm going to say this one more time. Where you f*****g go is my business. You may not have answered to anyone before, but now you answer to me," he growled.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"Are you done?" I asked.
His glare intensified and I bit my lip, looking down.
"No, there's something else I need to do."
He flipped me over, pulling my pants down while I struggled away from him.
He brought his hand down on my ass, hard and I whimpered.
"Next time you're f*****g going anywhere, you tell me. Got it?" he snapped, bring his hand down on my ass harder than the first time and I nodded quickly.
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