Why does he say I’m his?
My thighs clench because I know what’s coming, and a sick, twisted part of mewants it.
I take a step toward my bedroom, treading lightly, listening for any sound that he’s near, and the second my foot touches the cool wooden floor, a hand clamps over my mouth.
Hot. Rough.
Familiar.
I grin around the calloused palm.
Oh, hello.
His other hand slides around my waist, jerking me back against him as my ass is pressed to the thick line of his cock. Already hard. Already hungry.
“Little brat.” He breathes in my ear, his voice a low purr that drips down my spine. “I wanted to see where you’d go while I cleaned up my job.”
I lick his palm, causing him to flinch, but he holds me tighter.
Did he like that?
I bite his palm hard enough to taste copper.
Growling, he spins me, shoving me onto the bed, where he pushes my head down hard.
“You like blood, Anissa?”
“Depends.”
“You think you’re funny.”
“I know I am.”
Flipping me to my back, he grabs my jaw roughly in his palm and kisses me… hard. Punishing. Teeth against mine, fingersdigging into my throat until I’m gasping. His tongue fucks my mouth with possession.
I want to fight him.
I want to fuck him.
I want to slit his throat.
So naturally, I kiss him back.
When we break apart, we’re panting. I feel the smear of his blood across my chin from where I bit him.
“Coward,” he says, shaking his head. “You don’t want freedom, do you?”
He’s right, and I hate him for it.
I love him for it.
I’m confused as fuck.
But I know what Idon’twant.
“Was that for me, Matvei? What you did in the alley? Are you in trouble with Rafail?” I lower my voice, having fun. “Are you going to get a spanking for being a bad boy?” I sigh. “You cut the man’s hand off. How romantic. Tell me something.” I lean in closer to him. “Would you have done that if he’d just looked at me wrong? Or was it thetouch?”
His hand grabs my jaw, fingers pressing just enough to hurt. “You think this is a game?” His voice is low, almost amused.
