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I kissed her nose, the side of her face. Then tugging her jaw upward, pressed my lips to hers. "You're too attached to him." Now that I'd kissed her again, I never wanted to stop. I needed to be inside her, to feel her in every way possible. To know what it was like to have her by my side every day. I'd never been able to have that, and now, I needed it.
I needed her. Always.
She kissed me back, warmth washing through me at the connection between us. Finally, finally, we were trusting each other again. She murmured against my lips. "That's because he took care of me when you didn't."
"And all that is over now." I tugged my fingers through her hair, deepening the kiss, shoving my knee in between her legs. "I'm going to make sure you never worry about anything ever again."
"That's where you were always wrong, Knight." She moaned against me as I rubbed up against her with my thigh between her legs. "I need to take care of myself."
"That will never happen." I bit down on the delicate skin of her neck, possessiveness roaring through me. "I have your contract now."
"But––" She protested, pulling back to reveal the growing fire in her eyes. "I'm not a fucking piece of jewelry or a doll, Knight. You guys can’t just control me or pass me around whenever you please.”
“Apparently,” I grinned, pride filling me at what now belonged to me. “I can.” God, it felt good to say that. To know that I owned her now.
"You asshole," she hissed, shoving me away.
Anger rolled through me, a possessiveness I'd kept at bay for too long making me growl. I wrapped my fingers around her neck, pinning her against the wall. "You're fucking mine, polva. You always have been and you always will be. I just let you have your fun for a little while. But now, it's time to return to your owner. You belong to me now, and I'm never letting you go."
SEVEN
My whole life I'd been exploited and controlled by the men around me.
My father and the dangerous, sick men in Cuba.
Once I thought that was all over, Rook swooped in, taking their place. And even though he'd given me a lot of freedom, he still used me to get back at Knight.
And now, he'd signed my life away to Knight, for something in return.
Did he ever even care about me? Or was I only a chess piece to him? To move around his board until he was willing to sacrifice me for something more valuable.
And now, Knight was making it clear that he had no intention of letting me have my freedom.
When would this ever stop?
I wanted to murder Knight all over again.
Tearing myself away from his hold, I grabbed the gun. Aiming for his face, I yanked the trigger. Again and again and again, click, click, click, click.
Knight stared at me, his eyes wide, the pulse in his neck hammering.
Goddamn, it felt good to see the fear in his eyes.
I gave him a ferocious, feral grin, loving the surge of power flowing through me. If only I'd had the will to really hurt him. I threw the gun to the floor. "You took the bullets out, remember?"
Grabbing me by the waist, he hoisted me up into the air and threw me onto the bed.
"And if there'd been one still in the chamber?" He climbed on top of me.
"I'd have killed your pretty little ass now, wouldn't I?" Of course there was no bullet in the chamber; Rook had fired it. But the fury was still there inside me, clawing at my chest and insides, needing to get out. "I'd have laughed as I watched your head explode." I tilted my head to the side, going straight for the throat. "Just like I'm sure you did, when you killed my parents."
His face shuttered, closing off all emotion. "You want to talk about your parents? The people who sold you for sex and got you hooked on heroin?"
"At least they were there for me when you were gone! I had no one else, Knight."
"You were just a kid!" he roared to life, his hand tight on my shoulders, his eyes wild and manic. Gone was the lack of emotion –– it poured out of him in waves. "They fucking sold you, all so they could have a bigger fix."
"They were sick, Knight. They needed compassion."
