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“Why do you keep calling me that?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the feel of his lips moving along my neck.
“That’s not a protest,” he noted, bringing his fingers to the hem of my shorts.
“Where’s my necklace?” I blurted out, an image of it flashing through my mind.
I felt his smile against my skin. “I’m having it fixed.”
“…why?”
“I found it in the pocket of your shorts.”
I fought through the haze of lust slowly killing my brain cells and managed to push away from him.
Sitting on my knees, I turned around, bringing us almost nose to nose.
“Why?” I demanded to know, my voice firmer.
Unperturbed by my mood swing, he shifted backward, leaving a cold air pocket in the space he’d just occupied. He watched me with a closed off expression, settling himself against the headboard. “It’s important to you, isn’t it?”
“That’s not what I’m asking, and you know it. Why did you have it in the first place? Where’d you get it?”
“Where do you think I got it?”
“Stop doing that! Just answer the question.”
He graced me with a deviant grin. “Which one?”
My god, he was unbelievable. I scooted off the bed, planting my hands on my hips.
“Do you really have to keep dragging this out? I already know what you want.”
He tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes. “And what would that be?”
“I’m not doing this with you.” I dropped my arms to my side and turned away. I made it approximately three steps in the direction of the door before I found myself sailing through the air. I landed on the cloud-like mattress with a jolt. When the hell had he moved?
Rhys appeared above me. He grabbed my legs and shoved them apart, settling himself between my thighs. His arms came down on either side of my face, caging me in.
My eyes ran down his body, flying back up when I reached the dark patch of hair the missing towel should have been covering.
“What are--.”
“Stop talking.”
The iron and solidity of his tone had me obeying before I could think twice about it.
“I don’t give a fuck about the flash-drive,” he began. “But the person it belongs to is very determined to get it back. He’s somewhat of a family friend, and certainly not the kind of man you want to piss off.”
Get it back? “So--.”
“I’m not done,” he cut me off and placed his palm over my mouth. “I’m responsible for returning it to him. I was there the night your parents died, because your father is the one who stole it. I didn’t have shit to do with your mom blowing a hole in his head.”
I involuntarily flinched at the cold delivery of his words. It was the first time anyone other than me had spoken of what she’d done. Hearing it from him somehow made it seem even more real. Twice as twisted and tragic.
I grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled his hand away from my mouth, pushing myself up as far as I could with my elbows.
“That doesn’t explain how you got my necklace. Or why you decided to sleep with me.”
A hardness that I had only seen a few times before returned to his eyes, a cruel smile played at the corners of his mouth. “I’ve known who you were for a while now Nova. You were your dad’s dirty little secret.”
