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“I thought that was no longer an option for me.”
I slide my hand along the wheel to meet her dainty ones and run a thumb across the back of her hand.
“Avery, if you let me, I can give you more than you ever wished for.”
“Just as long as I never leave and have no access or communication with friends or family, right?” Her tone is sharp, and I smirk, delighted by her sass.
“If I knew I could trust that you weren’t going to leave, you could have that access. Out here, you’re on borrowed time, Avery. With me, you get that time back tenfold. You want to come sailing every weekend; I’ll take you sailing. You want to visit exotic places; I’ll take you.” I step forward, letting her feel the hot burn of my cock as it presses into her pert arse. “You’re alive because I want you alive. I want you. This would be a whole lot easier if you admitted your attraction to me too.” I brush my lips against her throat and she shudders in my arms. Come on, Blue, give in to me.
She sniffs, feigning indifference about her feelings. Liar, liar, feathers on fire. I smile against her neck and she shakes her head, hating me for calling her out.
“I will push every damn day, Avery, even if it takes me six weeks, six months, or even six fucking years. I’ll push until you let me in.” I nip her earlobe, eliciting a sharp gasp from her fuckable mouth.
“You're a criminal,” she croaks. “A killer.”
“I’m a lot of things, Avery, but the only thing you need to concern yourself with is how good a man I am to you.”
Chapter Seven
AVERY
My parents think I’m healing a broken heart at an exclusive spa, and in this apartment, it’s easy to fake one or two pictures.
Jamieson stands over me as I snap a photo of myself in a robe out on the balcony, and with all the plants up here, it looks like an exotic getaway. I can no longer ignore the desire burning in his eyes every time he looks at me, nor can I fight the swell of attraction I experience around him. Deep down, I know that if I wasn’t hidden away in this penthouse, I would be dead. I witnessed a murder and cheated my own death in the process. By being alive, I’m a threat, and yet Jamieson is hiding me here, even though it could risk his own safety. It’s jumbling my already confused thoughts. Hearing him openly declare his intentions with me last week has only added to the tense atmosphere between us. He touches me at every possible occasion and compliments me at every turn. Two days ago, he dropped a gift packet in front of me for a hot-air balloon ride, and yesterday he wanted to know if I wished to enrol for any courses in business management. It's been years since I gave any thought to my own career. Walking away from applying to university to save money for Simon’s start-up always left a gaping, insecure hole in me.
He’s investing his time in me and it’s the biggest compliment anyone has ever given me. When I asked how he knew I wanted to enrol for a course, he admitted he had looked into my past.
I hand my phone over and he taps away, sending it to my parents before pocketing my phone. I stand just as he turns back to me and we end up butting heads.
“Shit,” I squeak, falling back. My robe flashes open as my arms flay for something to hold on to. I scramble to cover myself and find him staring right at my breasts. “Jamieson!” I cry, embarrassed, trying to knot the robe.
His eyes are fiery orbs at this point.
“Tell me he knew?”
What?
“He wasn’t that dumb, surely?” I frown at him. He leans forward, offering his hand to help me up. I take it, but what I don’t expect is to find myself straddling his lap as he lifts me and drops us down onto a lounger. I gasp and he runs a thumb along my cheek. “He had no idea how gorgeous you are.” Deep green eyes lift to mine and I swallow loudly. “You're my crux, Bluebird. You know I can’t ever let you go. I’d rather shoot you than not have you.”
Jesus Christ. I should find this creepy, but my body is burning up.
“I…” Say something, Avery, for fuck’s sake.
“This is killing me. I have to kiss you,” he confesses roughly.
Stop him!
I don't, and when his lips fall to mine in an aggressive sweep, the revulsion I expect is in a turbulent wave of fire and passion. I gasp, my eyes flashing to his.
“Mine,” he growls and grips my hair, kissing me frantically.
I can’t stop him, and I don't even want to. Maybe it’s the fear or the exhaustion, but my body reacts like a firework exploded in the darkest recesses of my soul, incinerating my mind of any rational thoughts. I feel only desire. Desire and anger. The anger is overwhelming. Why am I doing this? I sob and push him away.
Jamieson groans, startled.
I push him again and again, tears springing to my eyes. I punch at his chest, crying because something about this is very wrong, and despite my anger, I want to give in to the needs of our bodies. He lets me hit him and just as I swing my arm again, he grabs it, tugging me to his chest and slanting his mouth over mine.
“I fucking hate you too, Birdie,” he pants. “I could ruin everything having you here. Don't make me regret it.”
