Page 46 of The Agreement


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I turn around, but keep my eyes lowered.

"Look at me, Abby."

I tip up my chin, then slowly raise my eyelids. My gaze clashes with his, and a thousand little fires spring to life under my skin. This man? He’s going to slay me, and I’m not going to be able to stop him. I’m going to open myself up to him, and he’s going to hurt me, and not just physically. He’s going to rip my heart out of my chest and smash it underfoot, and I’m not going to be able to stop him.

My throat closes, and my breath comes in pants. I feel the panic build in my stomach, then bubble up to my throat. My shoulders heave. I’m aware of swallowing, of a burning sensation building behind my eyes, of the blood drumming in my ears. Spots of black fleck my vision, then a firm hold grips my shoulder.

"Breathe," he growls.

I gasp, then blink, and my vision clears, to be replaced again by his stern visage. A nerve throbs at his temple and he flexes his jaw. I sway, and his grip on my shoulder tightens.

"Goddamn it." He moves toward me. I wince, then gasp, for he’s scooped me up in his arms.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Tired of your questions, Sparrow. Tired of you looking at me with those big green eyes that cut through my walls. Tired of your making me feel guilty for wanting to see you punished for your transgressions."

"So, it’s my fault you’re finally feeling some emotions?" I scoff.

"Everything is your fault, Sparrow. Haven’t you realized that yet?"

I scowl up at him. "Nice, blame me for everything that you don’t agree with."

"Absolutely. Glad we got that out of the way." He stomps over to a second chair that’s pushed up in an alcove at the far end—that’s how big this bathroom is. I’m no stranger to luxury, given my father’s background and wealth, but this… This is in another league, all to itself.

"How rich, exactly, is Hunter Whittington?" I murmur.

"He’s taken." Cade sinks down into the chair with me in his lap. "In case you forgot, he’s married to Zara."

"I know that." I try to push up, but he merely draws me closer to that big wall-like chest of his.

"Then why all this interest in Hunter Whittington? Is it because he’s probably going to be the next leader of this country? Is that what attracts you, Sparrow? Power? Is that it? Because—"

"Hold on!" I slap my palm into his chest. "Are you jealous I mentioned Hunter? Is that the reason for this sudden outburst?"

His chest muscles harden. I peer up at him from under my eyelashes, to find him narrowing his gaze on me.

“Oh, my god, youarejealous that I mentioned Hunter."

"Don’t speak another man’s name in front of me."

I gape. "I’m merely saying that he—"

Cade clicks his tongue.

I firm my lips. "Why did you carry me over here anyway? I thought you wanted to make me hurt?"

"And I will. Just not yet."

"To what do I owe this sudden burst of empathy?"

"Let’s just say, I’d rather you be in full fighting spirit when I violate you next."

I flinch. Liquid heat flushes my veins. The flesh between my thighs dampens, and honestly, I can’t understand my reaction to his horrible words. It’s obscene, and I’m appalled. And yet, I’m also turned on. Which is par for the course with this man. Everything he says and does shocks me, and it always seems to touch that darkness inside of me which yearned to be free from the moment I set eyes on him as a teenager. Maybe he was more innocent then, but some part of me sensed the edginess at his core.

"Do you use those explicit words because you’re trying to shock me?"

"Is it working?" He smirks.

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