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I didn’t know who Park Woo Bin was.
I just knew he was a dead man walking.
“Laugh.” The command escaped as a strangled whisper.
“Make me,” she rasped, pushing her chest out so it almost touched my partially exposed torso.
I had no choice.
I had to take out the big guns.
Drawing a breath, I pivoted to a drawer, pulled it open, and sifted through a few photo albums, yanking out the one I needed. I removed a photo from its slot and returned to Farrow.
I dangled the photo by the tip as if it disgusted me (it did), handing it to her. She took care to grab it by the edge, remembering not to touch me.
“I’ve only lost a bet once.” I fastened the final button on my shirt, clearing my throat. “Oliver and Romeo made me dress up in leather head to toe.”
Pinkleather.
My eyes clung to her face.
“God, Zach.” Her lips broke into the biggest smile I’d seen. “The pants are butt-less.”
“A souvenir from Ollie’s tertiary education. He returned from Europe convinced that pants are a conspiracy against buttholes everywhere.”
Laughter spilled from her mouth. It hit me straight in the chest. Again. Like an adrenaline shot directly to the heart.
I felt itworking. Beating. Pumping blood. Thrashing against my sternum.
Fuck, it was addictive.
Shewas addictive.
Her laughter subsided, and she stared at me behind long lashes. “Happy?”
“As close as I can be,” I admitted. “Point is…”
I raised my hand, using my thumb to brush away a lock of hair from her eye. Hair wasdead cells. Not flesh. Easier for me to handle.
And yet, we both stopped breathing.
Our gazes clashed. Held. Succumbed to an unrelenting trance.
“You are mine now, Farrow. To protect, to corrupt, to ruin. I won’t let anyone treat you badly. Least of all Brett.”
A hard swallow traveled down her throat. “What do you want in return?”
Everything, I thought.I want everything you have to give and beyond. Every inch of you. Every smile. Every laugh. Every breath. Every touch.
For the first time in my life, I craved more than just existing.
I wanted to truly let myselffeel.
I ignored her question. “You should move in here. Forget about staying at your house to protect the deed. Under my guard, you’ll have it all. The home. The company. The keepsakes—other than the pendant. I’ll make a nice coat for you out of Vera and your stepsisters’ skin, if you wish.”
Her breasts rose and fell, full and sensitive and begging to be touched. The peaks of her nipples dug through the cheap fabric of her uniform. “No, thank you.”
“I’ll buy the house off her if I must,” I clarified.
