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Her pinched face highlighted her frustration, an anger that she couldn’t deny. “You’re an asshole.”
“So you’ve told me many times.” When she tried to jerk out of my hold, I gripped her arms.
“Get away from me. I don’t want to have anything to do with you. I thought you gave a shit for some crazy reason,” she blurted out, a single tear sliding down her face before shaking her head. She wiped it away furiously, her eyes no longer holding the moment of passion. “No more. I’m not going to cry over you or anything you do to me. I was fooling myself about you. Stupid me. Stupid. Fucking. Me.”
As she wiggled in my lap, all I could think about was fucking her, sliding my cock so deep inside that it would give her a decent reason not to be able to breathe. Fuck. Fuck! What the hell was going on with me? I’d lost all sight of who I was and what my life was supposed to entail. This woman had done that to me. This woman.
There was no logical reason why, but that meant shit no longer.
She reared back, managing to claw my face, her eyes full of venom. The sting was sharp. If I had to guess, I’d say she’d drawn blood. I snapped my hand around her wrist, preventing her from repeating the rebellious act.
Candy darted her eyes back and forth, hissing as she continued to glare at me, fighting with everything she had to get out of my hold.
I refused to let her go, digging my fingers into her slender arms. She needed firm discipline but all I could think about was kissing her, holding her.
“Stop, Candy. Just stop. You’re exhausted. You need your rest. And I have work to do.”
“Rest?” she spit at me. “Here? Are you insane? I have nothing of my own. Nothing. I can’t. I just…” She looked away, sucking in her breath. Several seconds ticked by, her body going limp in my hold. “You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?”
“Who?”
“My cousin. Rian. Because of what I said?” She was shaking from adrenaline as well as anger, unable to continue processing anything rational at this point.
“Aspects of my work aren’t something you need to learn about.”
“Damn you. Promise me you won’t kill him. Do it! Please. Please do this one thing and I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”
Promises. I wasn’t in a position to make her any other promises than keeping her safe but as I looked into her eyes, I allowed myself to be pulled into them. She was an angel born of light. I was the devil dwelling in the darkness. Somehow just being with her had complicated things in my own mind. “I won’t kill him.” Unless he forced me to.
She studied my eyes, digging at my irises in order to find the truth. “You better not lie to me. If you do, I promise you I will find a way to slit your throat.”
“As I mentioned, printsessa, lying isn’t in my best interest either. But in providing this gift to you, I expect something in return.”
“What can I give you that you haven’t already taken from me?”
I shook her again, barely able to control my lust. “You’ve called me a monster several times. When I return, you’re going to learn just how right you are.”
Her fire had almost as much effect on me as her innocence. My balls were instantly swollen. I would take her again when I returned whether she was prepared or not.
That’s what she was for, to please me in every way.
“Fine. You can take whatever you want from my body, but you will never have anything else. Never.”
I pulled her into my arms, holding her against my chest. She refused to look at me, keeping one hand pressed against me as if it was able to protect her from the devil. After tossing the pillow back in position, I eased her onto the bed, gently pulling the covers up and over her.
She immediately rolled over, closing her eyes even though I knew she was just trying to get away from me. I reached down, ready to slide strands of hair from her face but pulling back. She was right that she had nothing that would possibly make her feel comfortable. That would need to change.
I noticed her clothes on the floor and sucked in a growl before leaning over, pulling them into my hands and carefully folding them like she’d done before. Then I grabbed her tee shirt, adding it to the pile before collecting my clothes. After moving toward the door, I turned and studied her.
I didn’t need to worry about whether I could break her. I’d always started the process.
As soon as I flipped off the light, I heard the rustle of sheets.
“I hate you,” she whispered.
This time, I knew she meant it.
I closed and locked the door, providing her with a slight understanding of what being inside a cage felt like. Then I pulled my phone from my pocket. I didn’t give a shit what time it was. I needed answers. Fucking now.
