flat on my face. Devin doesn’t move. He raises one eyebrow in question.
“Are you doing this to me?” My brows furrow in anger and I stare him down. Of course he’s doing this to me. That mother fucker. I’m not a damn toy he can play with!
“Doing what?” He asks as though he has no idea. I fucking know that he knows.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” I yell at him accusingly. I don’t care if the rest of the pack can hear me or not. I’ll talk to him however I fucking want.
He stares at me without moving, without giving me any expression or indication that he’s even heard me.
“Calm down.”
Calm down? I want to cry at his response. What the fuck is happening to me? I need to get away from him. I search for the door, feeling extremely disoriented and light-headed. Holy fuck – did they drug me? I grip the edge of the desk.
“Ariana?” He sounds concerned this time and he gets up from his seat to try to steady me, but I push against him and nearly stumble into the wall.
“You drugged me?” I say it as more of a statement and I can’t keep the sadness out of my tone. How the hell did I let that happen? I think back for a moment when they could’ve slipped me something, but I haven’t eaten anything. I haven’t had a drink.
He approaches me cautiously, like one would approach a wild, wounded animal. I don’t blame him. I’m so unpredictable that I don’t even know how I’m going to react. He holds up his hands. “No one drugged you.” He reaches for me, but I take a step back and round the desk, getting closer to the door. My heart drops in my suddenly hollow chest. Lizie. Fuck! I shouldn’t have left her alone.
“Ariana, you’re safe. It’s okay.” I shake my head at his words. The action makes me feel dizzy again. My skin feels heated and a tingling sensation takes over my limbs. Fuck . What the fuck is going on? He hasn’t tried to grab me, but I take another step away from him to get closer to the door. I start breathing frantically and I don’t know if it’s from the drug or from my anxiety. I try to swallow again, but I can’t.
“Ariana, I think you’re going into shock.” He stays where he is with his arms still raised. “Just try to calm down okay?” I stare at him like a deer in headlights.
Shock? Is that what this is? No, that doesn’t explain me wanting to fuck his brains out. I bite my lip at the thought. I’ve never felt this way before. My gaze travels over his body. He’s fucking gorgeous. He’s got a bad boy vibe to him that let’s you know he’d pin your legs back and fuck you like he hated you. My lips part and I let out a small moan as I picture just that. My pussy clenches and heats as a hot moisture pools between my thighs.
A look of relief flashes across Devin’s face almost too quickly for me to notice. But I fucking notice. I give him a questioning look.
“Calm down Ariana.” His voice is firm now.
“No, tell me what the fuck is going on.” I just barely get the words out with an air of authority. My body is begging me to bow to him. A hot sensation pulses through me, starting at my core. It makes me squirm. I can’t stop my facial expression from showing my desperation. Something’s wrong. My eyes plead with him to help as the tears fall. I wipe them again as quickly as I can, trying to hide my desperation.
“What did you do to me?” Any substance of authority I had has vanished. I’m practically begging him to give me answers. My skin feels cold and hot and numb all at the same time.
“I didn’t do anything. I promise you.” His eyes look so sincere, but I know something is very very wrong. “It’s only because you’re around me that you feel this way.” His tone conveys his sympathy.
“Then I need to leave now!” His eyes harden and his