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He suddenly appeared in the doorway and I stilled, pretending I wasn't trying to saw the cuffs through the wooden frame. He’d taken off his jacket and shirt and had bandaged up his arm.
His eyes went straight to the cuffs and he smirked, as if knowing what I'd been trying to do. At the same time, I tried really hard not to stare at his chest.
And failed.
It was broad and expansive, and totally and completely ripped. Damn, he even had that sexy vee that dipped into his pants, and a trail of golden hair peeked out from--
I cut off the thought, suddenly realizing that he had several scars all over his chest, with three prominent ones in the middle.
I met his eyes, not wanting to think about what that might mean. “How can I kill you if I can’t move from the bed?”
His smirk grew bigger. “That would be your problem. I never said I wouldn't cuff you."
I opened my mouth to protest but he disappeared into his closet, returning only a few minutes later with only a pair of sweatpants on and he headed straight for the bed.
Oh no. He wasn't planning on sleeping in the bed with me, was he? I spread out my arms and legs as far as they would possibly go, taking up as much space as possible. He came to stand over me, a frown gracing that sexy face.
"Sorry." I stared up at him, shrugging a shoulder. "No room for you."
He leaned down to within inches of my face. From here I could see flakes of yellow and dark brown in his golden eyes. They were incredibly stunning, and I could sense the barely restrained emotion he was holding back.
"Little baby nightmare, if you don't move your ass over, I will do it myself. Then I will tie up the rest of your body, positioned exactly the way that I want it, and I really don't think you would like that." He grinned, showing off his perfect smile that I hated so much.
"Say please, mami,” I purred, and his smile fell. Heat filled his gaze and my throat was suddenly dry again.
Damn it.
Too much wine and no late-night snack. It was making me horny.
"How about this,” his voice was a deep, sensual growl that did very bad things to my body. “I’ll make a deal with you. You stop behaving like a brat, and I'll give you more freedom.”
Hope sprung and my chest was tight with the thought. "Really?"
Dios, I sounded like a naive child but I couldn't help it.
He sighed, and leaned back on the bed, sitting down on the edge. He rubbed a hand over his face. He suddenly looked very tired. “Yes, Aster. I will."
“How about Rose? I want to see her.”
He shook his head. “No. You’re going to have to really behave if you want to see your sister.”
“But, if I’m really really good, you’ll try?”
“Maybe.” He didn’t look too confident about the sentiment.
“Promise me.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Swear it. On your mother's life.”
He didn't answer right away, only stared at the floor. Finally, he tipped his head towards me. "My mom is dead, so no, I don't swear on her life."
I bit down on my lower lip, that old guilt resurfacing, even though I didn't want to feel bad for him. "What happened?"
His voice was flat and emotionless. "My father had her killed."
“Oh."
Shit. Maybe he wasn't as much like his father as I'd thought. A little bit of the hatred I had for him trickled out of me.
“I’m sorry."
