Page 31 of Memphis Bound

"What?" I ask, genuinely confused by his sudden rage. There are far worst places than this. We passed a few on the way here.

"You've been living in a hotel." His voice drops an entire octave.

"Yes. I just said it's only temporary." I wasn't even sure how long I'd be in Nashville when I got here. It didn't make sense to rent an apartment. And now…well, now things are more complicated than ever.

"Fuck no." He pockets the keys and levels me with a look that could put the devil himself to shame. "Get your shit."

"What?" I blink at him, not sure what he's freaking out about. "Why?"

"Get your shit, Toto. You're coming home with me," he growls, impatience etched into every line of his face.

I gape at him, struck silent.

"You aren't living in a fucking hotel when I have a goddamn mansion. You can stay with me."

"I'm not moving in with you!" I cry, staring at him like he just grew a second head. We just slept together for the first time last night. Now he wants me to move in? He's lost his mind.

"Yeah, you are." The finality in his tone leaves no room for arguments, but I can't help myself. Of course, I argue.

"No, I'm not, Memphis. You're insane."

His eyes narrow into slits. He's fast for a man his size, I'll give him that. Before I can even reach for the door handle, he's on top of me. One hand tangles in my hair. The other wraps around my waist. His lips come down on mine in a scorching kiss tinged with fury—one that leaves me breathless and reeling.

"You can either agree, or I can fuck you into seeing it my way right here and now. But either way, it ends with you staying with me, Kylie. So take your pick."

I scowl at him, fairly certain he isn't bluffing. If I don't give him what he wants, he'll do exactly what he just said.

"Memphis, be reasonable."

"Reasonable? You want reasonable, baby? We passed that when I had my tongue in that tiny little hole of yours while you were choking on my cock." He reaches for his belt buckle, his eyes glittering with some emotion I can't name.

Panic surges through me as he rips the belt free of the first loop.

"You've got five seconds."

The belt rips through a second loop.

My heart races, torn between frustration and something that feels suspiciously like excitement.

The belt passes the third loop.

"Fine!" I squeal.

Memphis smirks, clearly pleased with himself. "Knew you'd see it my way, princess."

I shoot him a dirty look, but he just laughs as he climbs out of the truck.

"You're a madman, you know that, right?" I call after him.

He glances over his shoulder at me, his expression smoldering. "Oh, I'm well fuckin' aware of just how goddamn crazy I am, princess." His gaze drifts to my lips. "I realized it about the time you walked into my fucking bar." His lips lift into that half-smirk that drives me wild. "Get your cute ass out of the truck before I decide to see how loud you can scream for me in this parking lot, Toto."

He slams the door, leaving me reeling inside the truck alone. Good lord. What the hell have I gotten myself into with this man?

Chapter Nine

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