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“Pissed me off.”
I swallow. “So you killed him.”
His palm presses harder into my stomach, and his chin comes to rest on my shoulder.
“He was eyeing something up that doesn’t belong to him.”
His deep voice is bottomless, and for a brief second, I close my eyes and fall into it.Is he talking about me?Blake was close enough to the car to bounce off the hood and wake me up. That, plus his creepy behavior toward me in general, makes it plausible he was ‘eyeing’ me up, but the way Raphael says it makes my spine go rigid. Because his words come with a heavy insinuation tacked onto the end.It belonged to me instead.
Panic and annoyance fill me in equal parts. Just because I have a constant feral urge to rip all his clothes off with my teeth, it doesn’t mean I’ve suddenly tossed all my beliefs about men out the window. No man has ever made me as…dizzyas Raphael Visconti does, but that doesn’t mean I’m suddenlyhis.
He’s an anomaly, not the exception.
I drop the cotton pad with a soggyplopand twist around to look at him. Christ, he’s close. So close my nose grazes against his. I push the breathlessness away and harden my stare.
“I don’t belong to you, either.”
A humorless smirk stretches his lips. “I don’t want you, Penelope.” Before his omission has time to sting, he brings his hand to my jaw and grips me there. “But I’m going to take you anyway, and then I’m going to ruin you.”
I blink. “What?”
“It’s only fair,” he says, tone devoid of emotion.
An awful sense of dread creeps over the planes of my shoulders and squeezes the nape of my neck. “Why?” I breathe.
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Because it’s only a matter of time before you ruin me.”
I don’t have a comeback, but it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t have gotten it out by the time hot hands come down on my hips, lift me up, and carry me out of the room.
Oak-cladwalls,creamcarpets,and drips of blood pass in a blur. I make eye contact with the serpent poking its vicious head out from underneath the open collar of Raphael’s shirt and tighten my grip on his neck.
“Where are we going?” Although, my heart already knows.
“My bedroom.”
“Why?” I whisper.
He shifts his forearms under my ass. “So I can fuck you, Penelope. Why else?”
I knew the answer to that question, too, but it doesn’t stop the shock electrifying my skin. It’s the brazen way his silky voice wraps around the sentence. Flippantly, factually,like it’s his God-given right to fuck me. Like he didn’t hear me when I told him I’m nothis.Makes sense, I guess. God gave him everything else.
My pulse strums so violently in my clit the rest of my body feels weak. Still, I know I should put up some sort of protest. I smack my forehead against his chest and make a half-assed attempt to wriggle out of his grip.
“Well, I don’t want to fuckyou,asshole.”
His shoulder connects with a door and we burst through it. One hand slides between my thighs and cups me over my pajama shorts. It’s a rough, audacious hold that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. His now-damp hand comes back to my hip.
“Uh-huh,” is all he says. I catch the serpent’s smirk before Raphael tosses me on the bed.
I bounce twice, then scramble up to the headboard and press my back to it like it’s a life raft. Like it might save me from the six-foot-four monster with the reckless stare, looming at the foot of the bed.
We lock eyes and his half-lidded eyes only pull me deeper into dangerous waters. Nerves crawl through my veins like spiders, because I’m not entirely convinced he’s bluffing. But then he pops the top three buttons of his shirt, and, well, suddenly I don’t give a fuck if he’s bluffing or not.
My breathing shallows and I watch him watching me, his eyes roaming over my body like he’s considering where to start. I lost the blanket somewhere between the lounge and the galley, and now I’m cursing myself for wearing my shortest shorts to sleep in Raphael’s car.
My focus drops to the bulge straining below his belt. I cross my legs in self-preservation.
“Thought you took girls on dates before fucking them?”
