"Stop."
Skye stops and looks over her shoulder at me, a frown marring her perfect features. She was about to get into one of the vehicles heading out of the city on the Primitive hunt that we've organized.
"You ride with me," I tell her as I stride past her, catching her arm and tugging her along with me to the lead vehicle.
I open the door and push her down onto the passenger seat. She opens her mouth to yell at me, probably for manhandling her, but it could be for any number of things. Maybe the orgasm I helped her achieve in the stairwell. I slam the door in her face before she can speak, but I hear her muffled shout of annoyance as I round the car.
I must admit, I enjoy pissing Skye off. I'd rather have her fight me every step of the way, her anger piquing her interest as I prod h
