Sweet Obsession (Ruthless Games, #1)

by Callie Rose

“What the fuck is this?” His voice is hard, and my eyes fly open again, awareness rushing in quickly. Fuck. “It’s nothing. It’s none of your business.” I yank my good arm away from his fingers, attempting to press away from the door and slip past him. But he grabs my wrist again, his touch no longer feather-light or gentle. Now it’s rough. Angry. He bends my arm, bringing it closer to his face as he stares down at the long vertical slash mark that covers nearly the entire length of my forearm. The kind of slash that designates a serious attempt to die, not a bid for attention or a cry for help. “I said, what the fuck is this?” His grip tightens until it’s painful, and fury darkens his voice. I pull harder on my trapped arm, wishing I still had my other fucking hand so I could push him away. “And I said it’s none of your goddamn business.” He raises my forearm even higher, showing me the slash mark as if I’m a dog who got into the garbage when I wasn’t supposed to, and now he has to show me what I did wrong. As if I might not already know the scar is there. As if I don’t remember every single detail of how it happened. “When?” The single word is hard and flat. It’s not a question. It’s a demand. I clench my jaw, my gaze skating away from his. “When I was fifteen.” Then I huff a bitter laugh. “Why? Worried it might’ve happened on your watch?” He steps closer to me, erasing the small distance between us. He’s still holding my wrist in his big hand, his grip still crushing my ...