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“Aww, sweetness, that’s no fucking way to greet the man waiting patiently for you.”
He lifts his gaze from me as gravel crunches. Someone speaks from the drive. “All clear, boss.”
I narrow my eyes at the gorgeous man with amber eyes in front of me. “An entourage?”
“Yeah, well, I was going to get you a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day style parade, but while I could, I didn’t think you’d appreciate it.”
I push past him. “Go away.”
“You bet.” He takes one step to the doorway but doesn’t cross the threshold. “You can go now,” he calls out to whatever goon he has.
I don’t even ask where his car is or the goons.
Whoever it is doesn’t answer, but Christian closes the door on us. From somewhere around the back, I can hear the faint sound of a car. It stops close, then revs and takes off.
“Oh,” he says, heavy on the sarcasm, “you meant me. Not on your sweet life, Mia.”
“I’ve had enough tonight, and hasn’t the thrill of having the damaged woman worn off yet?”
The cold amusement fades, and something savage takes its place. He crosses to me in sharp, biting steps, grabbing my arms tight like he wants to shake me apart.
Too late, I want to say. Because he’s already gone and done that.
Even when I wanted to go away and let the pleasure passively come over me, he refused to let me do that. He made me present, and he tore me apart.
I think I just might hate him after all.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“Christian, it’s late and—”
“You don’t get to talk like that.”
I try and pull free, but he holds me tighter. “Like what?”
“Like you’re less. Like you’re some kind of fucking pity project. You want to know why I fucked you? Why I fingered you?”
Yes. “No. But I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
I try for disinterest and fail.
“Because,” he says, bringing his mouth close to mine, “I wanted you. I wanted to do it. I get hard when you’re near. You make filthy thoughts grow like wildflowers in my head. I want to fuck you until we pass out, and then I want to do it again. And it has nothing to do with what happened. Or your face, Mia. I want you for you. I’m attracted to you because I am. So shut the fuck up or I’ll make you.”
“Threats. You’re a real charmer.”
“And you test the patience of a saint.” His mouth skims my ear. “I’m no fucking saint, so watch your step.”
I shiver from anticipation. I want to test that. I—
“Don’t threaten me.”
“Don’t act like a brat.”
“You come into my life, you push me around, and you tell me what to do.”
“To keep you safe.”
