I watch him intently, seeing his brows furrow at my question.
Andres cocks his head to the side. “Why what?”
“Why do you want to marry me?”
Huffing out an exasperated breath, he levels me with an unamused glare. “Because you’re mine.”
Like that tells me anything.
“Not good enough.”
A muscle tics along his jaw, revealing his frustration. “It is for me.”
“So what, my feelings on the subject don’t matter?”
“I didn’t say that,” he snaps.
“You didn’t have to.”
“Fóllame!” Andres throws his arms in the arm.Fuck me.
I ignore his outburst, something the Andres I knew rarely ever did.
“Do you intend to fuck me? Right here and right now?”
Indecision flickers across his face. “Do you want me to?”
Does he care? “No.” My answer is immediate.
Sucking on his teeth, he looks away. Seconds tick past while he gathers his thoughts, the tension stifling between us. My ass is still naked and in the air and under normal circumstances, I’d be embarrassed given my current position, but with everything that’s already happened tonight, I’m finding it difficult to care.
An unwelcome sort of helplessness begins to seep into my bones the longer that Andres takes to come to a decision. But, regardless of what he decides, I’ve realized there is no win in it for me. Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered stopping him.
If Andres takes me now, I lose my inheritance.
But if he insists on marrying me, even if he waits to consummate our vows, he will unwittingly sentence me to an early grave.
Papá won’t let Andres marry me. He’ll see me dead long before he’ll hand his enemy the keys to his kingdom.
There is no happily ever after for me. Then again, was there ever?
With a growl of frustration, Andres makes his decision. With jerking movements, he tucks himself back into his slacks before righting my dress and turning me into a seated position.
Pressing my back against the doorframe, I take in his stony expression and wait to see what happens now.
“Explain.” Keeping his eyes on me, he hastily buttons his shirt back up.
I ignore the flicker of regret I have in watching him cover himself up.
“Explain what?”
“How fucking you ruins you? How I’m stealing your future?”
Oh. That.
Fidgeting in my seat, I wince when the plastic around my wrist tightens, digging deeper into my skin.
With a muttered curse, Andres abandons the buttons on his shirt to retrieve a small knife from his pants pocket. “Come here.” Leaning over me, he cuts me free and draws my hands forwards. With a frown on his face, he scowls at the angry marks the zip ties left behind.
