Page 80 of Vicious Hearts


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“Not till we work on that attitude.”

Heat traitorously floods my core.

Goddammit, self.

“Come with me.”

I shiver as he grabs my arm, pulling me into the ensuite bathroom—not as lavish as the one in his room, so, just thesecond-most glamorous bathroom I’ve ever seen.

When he starts to fill the tub, I stiffen.

“What are you doing?”

“Running a bath.”

“Thanks,” I mutter. “But I really can bathe myself.”

“I’m confident you can.” He turns to smile thinly at me. “Now, you know how this goes. Strip.”

Heat shivers down my back.

“No.”

“Una, Una. You keep imagining these question marks at the ends of my sentences. It wasn’t a question, or a suggestion.Strip.”

I swallow, hugging the duvet around me as the tub fills with steamy water and scented bubbles.

“I’m happy to cut your clothes off again if that’s what you’re angling for, little rabbit.”

My core clenches.

Little rabbit.

It’s what he called me in the club.

As he undressed me.

Unraveled me.

Undidme.

When the knife flicks open with aschnicksound, my mind jolts out of my filthy replay.

“Okay! Okay! Jesus Christ, are you always this much of a demanding asshole?”

“Usually.”

I roll my eyes, turning away and grumbling as I let the duvet drop to the floor. “No wonder you have to force someone to marry you.”

I start to pull the hem of the t-shirt up, when I stop and glance at him.

“I can do this myself, you know.”

“Again,yes, I’m well aware that you’ve most likely mastered the delicate art of taking a bath, Una,” he sneers. “But given that it’s been five days, I’m going to make sure it gets done.”

Tyrant, I think to myself.

“Correct.”

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