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He grinned cockily. “I wasn’t going to fuck you mediocrely. At the very least you had to sing my name to the gods.”
“Okay, I take it back.”
“Too late. I just heard you chant my name like a prayer. Sooner rather than later, I’ll have you unable to speak at all. You’ll be to busy weeping in a mess of blood and come.”
I wouldn’t deny he had me hook, line, and sinker, with that proclamation. I wanted that as badly as I wanted to get out of this hellish city, but I couldn’t let myself get caught up in a fantasy because of good sex…
Because of the intense vibe I had with this gorgeous, psychotic man.
“Big words for a onetime thing,” I said, keeping my inner thoughts to myself.
“You know my dick will be back inside you too many times for either of us to count.” He moved from my cheek to my shoulder.
I snuggled my face deeper against the pillow, watching him touch me. The look on his face was one of utter concentration, like he was memorizing the feel of my skin.
He probably was, and that made me giddy… and sad. Ciaran was someone I would never be able to replace. He’d be another loss I’d try to replicate for the rest of my life.
His gorgeous hues swept over my face, catching my vulnerability before I could mask it. “What’s wrong, puppet?”
“Why do you call me that?”
“That’s what you are, my perfect puppet.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about being compared to an inanimate doll.”
“That’s the point. When I tug on your strings, you come to life.”
The geniality behind his words had me raising my brows. “This convo just took a weird turn.”
“This conversation could never cover all the things you and I will be.”
I didn’t have words to make him understand what I meant, but if he was from one of the other families, he would already know the probability of us being anything to one another once we got out of this place was slim to none.
In this hell or the one I lived in every day, he and I could never—would never—be more than stolen and illicit moments. My family would make sure of it.
Even if we could be something, I wasn’t convinced we’d be good together once the carnality faded.
He was a little too twisted. I was well beyond tragic. Sooner or later, one of us would poison the other. That was the real shame of this whole travesty. I lifted my fingers to his perfect jawline, skimming over it. “My life isn’t that simple. I’m not that simple, despite whatever it is you think you know about me.”
He walked his fingers down my spine, slowly dragging them back up. “You just don’t get it yet.”
“Get what?”
He remained silent, refusing to elaborate. For a few minutes, he’d somewhat lowered the impenetrable wall he’d erected around himself. Now I watched it rise before my eyes, sealing off whoever he truly was.
I regarded the word inked on the side of his hand now that it was practically right in front of my face.
Periculum. Wasn’t that Latin? “Are you going to tell me who you are?”
“I can tell you my favorite food is chicken pot pie. My favorite drink is rum. I’ve got three Doberman pinchers and can be a momma’s boy, but I can’t tell you that. Not yet.”
“Why? You know who I am,” I pointed out. “Is it that bad? I mean, I have a theory.”
He laughed under his breath. “I’m sure you do.”
“Ciaran.”
“Let’s just say you and I shouldn’t have wound up in bed together,” he replied.
My brows slammed together. For him to say that could only mean one thing. “So, you are from one of the other founding families?”
“I could tell you which one, but then I’d turn around and kill you.”
“That’s not really the kind of pillow talk a girl hopes for.”
“I was joking.”
No, he wasn’t. At least, I didn’t believe he was. Any normal girl would have been out of the bed and running by now. Me? I sighed and shifted beneath the sheet, thinking of my next move.
“Just focus on the here and now, puppet. We need to get through this part before you worry about the next,” he said after a few beats of silence.
I contemplated his words, repeating them back to myself inside my head.
The way he’d worded that… it was the second time he had referenced a part of something.
“Are you two done now?” Selena’s voice suddenly carried from the other side of the door.
“If you can walk, we’ve got about forty-five minutes left here,” Mel chimed behind her.
“We’ll be out in a minute,” Ciaran replied.
“Oh, my god. They probably know what we were in here doing,” I groaned.
“They knew what we were doing long before you kept screaming my name.” He grinned, looking quite proud of himself.
