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“Then your stubbornness and I can stay here all night. You’ll eventually either eat, hump my leg, or both.”
“You…”
“Bastard, jerk, asshole, dick. I know the tune, and it won’t serve any purpose aside from pissing me off, so unless you want to witness a hideous manifestation of those emotions, save it.”
I cross my arms over my chest, staring at him behind me. “Let’s stay like this then and see how you’ll function tomorrow at work when you’re sleep-deprived.”
“That mouth of yours is begging to be fucked, sweetheart.”
I purse my lips so that I don’t speak. Anything I have to say under the circumstances will just backfire.
While I don’t back down from anything, the sexual department with Kingsley is not my forte. He’s the only man I can’t even think about snatching power from and while it’s infuriating, it’s oddly thrilling, too.
And I hate that.
And him.
He cages me between his arms and reaches for the soup and proceeds to eat without any problem.
I stare at the hanging chandeliers and the wall, the door, the windows. Anywhere but at him, but that still doesn’t dissipate the tension. If anything, it heightens with each passing second until I can hear my pulse pounding in my ears. His heat beneath me and behind me makes it hard to think, breathe, or focus.
Something warm is placed at my lips. A spoon filled with shrimp and rice. “Stop being fucking stubborn and open up.”
I huff but don’t follow his command.
“You’re an infuriating woman. Did you know that?”
“Funny coming from an infuriating man—” He shoves the spoon inside and I have no choice but to swallow or choke.
“That’s not fair!” I speak, covering my mouth with the back of my hand so he doesn’t make me eat another spoonful.
“Tough shit, sweetheart. Fair and I have nothing in common. Now, open that mouth and eat.”
I shake my head.
He narrows his eyes. “Do you have some sort of an eating disorder? Now that I think about it, I only see you drinking things—coffee, alcohol.Lotsof alcohol. Wait a fucking second, are you an alcoholic?”
“Shut up. And seriously, why the hell are you so focused on me lately? I liked it better when you didn’t give a fuck about me.”
He remains silent, and I curse myself.
I didn’t exactly mean to ask the question, but now that it’s out in the open, I want an answer. But at the same time, a part of me is terrified of the answer.
“I still give zero fucks about you aside from the fact that I want in your pants, and for that, you need to be healthy enough to handle me.”
My ears catch fire and I don’t know if it’s anger or something entirely different. “I’m not one of your whores, Kingsley. You don’t get to tell me what to do with my body. If you want that, go to them.”
“They’re escorts, not whores. And I’ll go to them once I’m done with you.”
I can feel the volcano rising in my throat and I seriously imagine chewing his head off slasher movie style.
But then he says, “How about a trade?”
“If it’s not your life for humanity’s peace, I’m not interested.”
He chuckles and I hate how the sound vibrates against my neck and penetrates my skin.
“I’m too precious to sacrifice myself for something as dull as humanity. So how about I answer any question you have about Gwen, and in exchange, you’ll finish this plate?”
