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“That doesn’t sound quite as menacing as it would have a few hours ago.”
“Oh, darling girl.” I chortle. “That’s just the beginning of it all.”
I lean in, pushing my body closer to hers, inch by glorious inch until I smell the light hint of her perfume and my hand can thread into her hair, capturing her in this stance.
“I want to teach you a lesson in the worst possible way.”
My fingers tighten in her hair, and I pull ever so slightly to expose her neck. My lips brush against the soft skin covering her jugular, the rush of her blood below my touch.
“We’ve got lost time to make up for.”
She releases a small huff, the sound light and evident of a burst of laughter. The rigidity of her body slowly softens against me, and I feel the way she switches her emotions on.
“Gonna make it hurt?” Slowly, her head turns so she can catch my gaze. Her blue eyes are dark, full of mischief. “Because I can make that promise and keep it, Beck, but can you?”
Now I laugh, the chuckle low, but I feel how she reacts. I course a hand over her waist, pulling her closer to my body.
“I can make a lot of promises, but we know we both fail at keeping them, so where’s the fun in this?”
She shudders involuntarily against me.
“You are mine, Natalia.”
She doesn’t know this six-month imprisonment will be more than a test of wills. I’ll bend her and break her until I hear every bone snap, and even when I’m done, I’ll crush what’s left to ash and dust and watch it all blow away in the wind.
“As much as you are mine.”
Her words are a litany, and she lives in this moment, locked in my grip, captured by my fingers. She doesn’t let it faze her at all. Dainty fingers come to touch the lapel of my black shirt, absentmindedly keeping me transfixed while her gaze latches onto mine. I loosen my hold if only for a fraction, a silent acceptance of what’s about to transcend.
“You think you’re the one to get me twisted. You think I’m the weak link, and that you have the upper hand, but seven years have passed since we last held a civil conversation, Beckett. That game we used to play? It no longer exists.”
Her fingers fall away to be replaced by her entire palm resting on my chest, patting the space above my heart, and she deliberately takes a minuscule step back, testing my grip.
“Checkmate, darling boy.”
She goes to leave, leaving the space in front of me cold and empty. My reaction is swift as her hand drops away from me, and I catch her by the wrist, keeping her in position. My hand tightens slightly around her wrist as I hold her hand up, telling her how serious I am.
“I mean it, Natalia. Any man who even looks at you is dead. Do you hear me?”
Her face relaxes before a smile brightens her features, and I drink in the very sight of her—excited and exhilarated.
“You don’t own me.”
I snigger. “That’s where you’re severely mistaken, darling.” I lower my head to her slightly. “You are mine for six months in whatever way I see fit. I could have you scrubbing toilets one day and sucking my dick the next, and you’ll do as you’re told.”
“Is that right?” she asks, and I nod. “And what if I say no?”
I tighten my fingers ever so slightly, placing bruising pressure against her waist.
“You really want to play this game, Talia?”
“The way I see it, we already are.”
I watch the shuddering inhale she takes, her eyes darting from the tight hand wrapped around her wrist to my ever-darkening features.
“We have a meeting at the London Gateway in about two hours. Do you think you can behave while I get down to business?”
“What could I possibly do wrong?”
