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I’d left a meeting with an informant to come here.
Even now, my fingers tingled with the need to feel her skin under my fingers, to fist them in her hair, to wrap them around her throat and trap her so that I could taste her luscious lips.
Goddamn it, the woman was fucking temptation from hell.
I’d agreed on the way over that I would stay in control.
I wouldn’t touch her.
I wouldn’t bend her over my knee and spank her for meeting with my enemy. Then?—
Stop. I cut through my thoughts.
I had rules for a reason—to stay in control.
I was getting closer to meeting with Maxon. Closer to my revenge on Saul.
And yet, my mind kept wandering to the little innocent creature before me. Driving me to distraction.
That’s why I couldn’t touch her. Because then, I might give in to temptation.
I would lose control of myself.
I’d made a promise—I wasn’t going to touch her—and I would keep it.
I stepped back, putting some distance between us. Focus.
“No answer?” I asked.
“To what exactly?”
“You said you knew things haven’t changed. But they have changed. In one significant way.”
“How?”
“You tell me. You said you understood.” She fucking didn’t. And I needed her to see it. To know the truth. That she wasn’t safe in this world.
“Slavery ended in 1865, but I know they still didn’t follow the law. They continued to keep slaves up until World War II. Made them work in factories without pay.”
"That's nice, but you sound like you’re reciting something from a history class,” I sneered. "I expected much more from you, little bunny. More than dates and facts. Give me something deeper, Summer. Show me you have a brain behind all this beauty. That you can actually think for yourself.”
“You jerk,” she grit out.
I shrugged, knowing I wasn’t being fair to her.
The answer was easy for me because I already knew the truth.
And yet, I couldn’t stop myself from pushing her, and treating her like shit in the meantime because I… well because I needed her contempt, as much as I needed to taste her.
Because if she hated me, she would run, far, far away from me.
I wasn’t sure how long I could resist her temptation.
And if I ever captured my little bunny, I was never letting her go.
“Well?” I asked.
"Depends. What years?”
