"Put me down. Put me down, you sick son of a bastard!" I screeched, banging my tired wrists against the solid, unyielding expanse of his back. "I told you she's my friend! Take me back!"
My frantic words fell on entirely deaf ears.
Darius didn't even slow his pace. If anything, his grip tightened slightly around my thighs as he carried me over his shoulder like I weighed absolutely nothing. His steps remained long, steady, and completely unaffected by the desperate blows I kept raining down on his spine. Every strike felt like hitting a brick wall .The hallway blurred past me in quick, disorienting flashes of polished marble floors dim lighting .The familiar, warm scent of his home wrapped around us, suffocating me, marking our progression deeper into the heart of his territory.
