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“Stop it!” I turn on my heels and slap his hand away. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I’m not it. This”—I point swiftly between us, finishing with my palm pressed hard against his chest, trying to push him away—“is a business transaction. If you think I’m giving myself in exchange for your help, you’re sorely mistaken. I would rather die by my own hands than get trapped by another man again.”
“So that’s it, then?” He pushes against my hand. “You’re going to kill yourself.”
“Did you just confirm that you wantmein exchange?” He better choose his next words carefully, or I swear to God…
I bring the other hand to his chest as well and push him away. I’m heaving as I watch him take no more than two steps back, effortlessly, as if he allowed me to push him, my force barely affecting him.
“No. It was more… hypothetical. It’s a bit radical, don’t you think? Do I repulse you so much that this idea is so terrible?” He cocks an eyebrow at me, that look on his features melting me in a way that makes me even more furious. More at myself than him, at my inability to suppress my own attraction.
“This wheel doesn’t go around,Serpent. It’s broken. It cannot roll on the road that damaged it that first time…”
There’s a flicker in those eyes, that charm cracking for a moment. At least he remembers… now, I don’t know if it affects him in any way.
“Broken wheels can be fixed,Little Eve,especially when there was no intention behind the damage.” He takes a step closer, and I flinch on a hitched breath.
What the fuck is he talking about?!
“No intention? You’re taking this metaphor too far and you don’t seem to understand the message—I. Don’t. Want. You.” I straighten my back, crossing my arms against my chest. But as he takes another step, the fabric of his suit brushing against the hairs that stand on my arms, I have to tighten them just a bit more… to hold myself together, to not make a liar out of myself.
“You only want my help.” He pushes his hands in his pockets, cocking his head as he looks down on me. He’s maybe a head taller, maybe a bit more. But I give him my best disdainful look from under my lashes, refusing to bend my head to look at him.
“Ineedyour help.”
He nods slowly as he straightens, the implication clear in my words.
His hands leave his pockets, his chest pressing against my crossed arms, pushing my body back as he leans forward and braces his palms against the marble on either side of me.
And I’m out of air.
Entirely out of air, a strange sizzle infiltrating my airways instead. It bends my will and turns my mind into this creature that I secretly wish to be. Because this creature craves him. Not just body, but soul and mind. The man before me bathes in this mysterious obscurity which my soul wants to touch… a delicious abyss it wants to be part of.
As his head dips down, mine turns to the side, and his breath brushes over my shoulder… velvet against my skin.
Until it’s more than that…
Skin brushes against mine, and my chest rises on a long, heavy inhale. The air is not the only one sizzling anymore—my whole body is too. His parted lips drag slowly against my shoulder, sensual and enthralling, catching me somewhere between intrigue and protest. He reaches that betraying spot at the base of my throat, and when his tongue touches it, I cannot hide the sharp inhale that escapes me. My protests are trapped in the same throat his tongue drags over, my breasts pained under the pressure of my arms, and I cannot resist the urge to tighten my thighs together, reveling in the faint burst of pleasure. When he reaches my ear, catching the soft lobe between his tongue and teeth, my body shudders on a slow exhale, the treachery seeping deeper into my flesh. Then, he moves away.
He fucking moves away. Leaves me cold, breathless… and furious.
“And you don’twantme.”
Son of a bitch!
I’m caught off-guard.
“Iwantyou to honor the pact. Help me get the fuck out of this.”
He nods once, but the smirk is not yet wiped off his face, his arrogant ass infuriating me.
“Okay, then… So what’s the plan? I see you’re keen to shake with my father and… fiancé”—I don’t miss the slight scrunch of his nose at that last word—“but not me.”
“I thought we already shook.”
“Technically, yet it’s been a month and I’m still planning a fucking wedding!”
My tone rises and he takes a look at the door.
“We’re gonna get caught.” I sigh.
