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With that in mind, I would prefer if he left me alone. Any further contact won’t lead to anything good and it’s always physical with him. We can argue like mortal enemies and the next second he’s inside me, and I’m holding onto him like the spirits of long-lost lovers have possessed us.
“Is there anything else you need from me?” I ask.
“I’m trying to figure out what interested you more. Elizabeth Barrett Browning or all the intel on the Knights.” His deep voice is low and dangerous but displays the depth of his interest.
“Elizabeth Barrett Browning is one of my favorite poets. She’s never done anything to me.”
The corner of his mouth slides into a sly toothy grin that would rival Jack Nicholson’s in the Shining.
“Elizabeth Barrett Browning is one of my favorite poets, too. But it might not be wise to go making enemies with powerful people you don’t know.” He looks me up and down and his eyes darken. “Especially when you’re getting married to one of them in the morning.”
“How could I forget?” If we were in other circumstances, I’d walk away to save myself from getting dragged into an argument I’m not likely to win. But I have to stay.
I have to stay and take whatever he dishes me because as he said before, there’s not a goddamn place I could go to where he wouldn’t find me.
“Maybe I was just hoping you’d honored tradition.”
“What tradition is that?” He levels me a stare.
“Of not seeing each other the night before the wedding. It’s bad luck.”
“We don’t need luck.” He straightens.
“Of course. I forgot you own the world and the people inside it.”
The grin returns. “No, Malyshka, I just own you.”
“I forgot that, too.” My tone is sour.
“Don’t make that mistake again.” He seems amused by my witty comments. “Get up and come with me.”
No. God, no.This was how it started last night. A shower I shouldn’t have had with him led to one thing after another. What will happen tonight if I go with him?
“I was actually just going to check on Sebastian, then head to bed.”
He arches a brow. “Baby, I think you know what I’m going to say to that, so how about we skip past the arguing and get to the part where you’re supposed to do as I say.”
Bastard asshole.
I grit my teeth and stifle a groan. There’s no point arguing with him. There never is. If I continue, I’ll be the one who suffers in some way. “Where are we going?”
“Just over here.” He points to the long stained glass windows and the brick wall across from us. “Shut down the computer.”
With a heavy heart, I do as I’m told and stand when he motions for me to.
Placing his hand on the small of my back, he guides me over to the wall.
I almost think he’s going to walk me right into it when he places his hand on one of the bricks and the wall slides open the way the other one did in his bedroom.
This one reveals a cozy looking room which looks more like an office, except it has a wall with rows of shelves displaying an assortment of wines and other liqueurs.
“Is this house full of secret rooms and passages?” I glance back at him.
“There are enough. It’s for security.” He stares down at me with a sly grin, contorting his handsome face with menace. “And privacy.”
My body tingles from the hidden subtext in his words.
Malik ushers me forward. As soon as we step into the room, the door slides closed, sealing us in.
