Her laughter filled the air, somewhere between a bell-like chiming and a cackle, “Oh honey! You’re precious, but that isn’t really a threat. Do you ever know how many times I’ve broken out of max?” she skipped to keep up with him, “They don’t even throw me in the woman’s jail, they learned that was stupid yeaaaars ago. It’s straight to the hole now.”
Without a care in the world she danced around the large man, “And even that can only keep me for like a week, tops. So really, baby boy, your all bark and no bite.”
Wayne was quickly losing his cool, and it frightened him. He didn’t want to be angry but this damn woman…
Eventually, he’d had enough. Wayne had tried to ignore, tried to brush off but he’d reached his limit.
Grabbing Bluebell and roughly dragging her behind a hidden maintenance-shed in the park, Wayne shoved her back against the wall with his hands fisted in her shirt and growled dangerously low at her.
“You’ve been harassing me for two fucking weeks now you little bitch and I am sick to death of it. Tell me what the fuck you want from me already or get the hell out of my face.”
Bell’s heart jumped into her throat as he grabbed her. She was acutely aware of how strong he was. It had been easy to put together that he was the same species as Wyn. At least she was used to impossibly strong hands on her. Licking her lips, Bell kept her bravado up, her growing anxiety over the situation wouldn’t let her mouth stop running.
“Oh come on big boy,” she purred, “Isn’t that obvious? I want a piece of that monster you have in those pants of yours,” wiggling, she got her hand down and stroked Wayne roughly through his jeans.
How far would he go? She wasn’t sure. It’d been to much fun harassing him. He was so obviously repulsed by women that it made him a safe target for her fascination. Her obsession. She’d always been scared to let others see her cock, as much as she bragged about it. She knew it was terrifying to the norms. But he wasn’t. He was like Wyn.
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