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I nod. “Impressive.”
My hand stays on the doorknob and I wait.
It is all fake,I remind myself.She is just a path for me to get to her father, and he might be the one who can point me to The Thief.
I’m using her and she must be using me, so there is nothing wrong if we both enjoy it. And I know she enjoys it. Her body practically melted against mine even though she said she hated me.
She may have gritted her teeth in mock resistance, but she never said no. She kept on touching me, kept driving me nuts with her eager hands and her soft, alluring moans.
My breathing heightens as I open the door. Paige is sitting on the bed, her back against the headboard. A sheer robe wraps around her body. Her long hair covers her shoulders and chest. Bratva women rarely wear their hair so long or so plain. It’s always colored, cut, and teased. Hers is straight and flowing over her shoulders. She looks up; her big innocent eyes widen for a moment and then lower.
My cock strains against my zipper and aches to be in her.It’s just lust, I tell myself. This woman is part of a plan, not part of my life. I will use her, and she expects me to. I close the door behind me, and she leans back against the headboard as if she’s trapped. She stares at me as I take off my jacket and start working at my cuffs. There’s blood staining the edges.
“What did you do to him?” she whispers.
I don’t answer as I peel off my shirt.
“What did you do?” she demands.
“He tried to rape you.” I say quietly, and drop my shirt to the floor. “Would it please you to know that he is dead,moya nevesta?”
Paige stares at me with uncertainty as her mouth opens and then shuts. She watches me as if I’m up to no good, and swallows hard before she looks away.
“You do not need to worry about my business,” I reply.
Her mouth tenses into a line as she wonders if she should tell me off. The others think she’s weak, but I know better than that. There is strength in her that they don’t see. There is fire. She’s determined, and most importantly, not easy to break.
Slowly, she sits up straight. Her robe slips off her shoulders, barely covering her breasts. She has a look in her eye as if she’s up to no good. Scheming. As if she’s deciding her next move.
“So, what happens now?” Paige licks her lip. “Are we spending the night? As husband and wife?”
Her alluring look instantly transforms into a scowl when I laugh. She gapes when I eye her with arrogance. Without warning, a pillow is launched at my head. I catch it and toss it back. It falls in her lap. Her eyes gawk in shock.
“Not expecting that?” I sit on the edge of the bed. “You’re not as practiced as the rest.”
“What does that mean?” She grabs her robe shut.
“When a woman doesn’t know how to kill with her bare hands, she’ll try to control a man with what’s between her legs.” I continue talking before she has a chance to explain herself. “I see the scheming look in your eyes when you flash your tits at me. You think I’m too busy killing to do anything else.”
“You’re an asshole. You’re the one who was hitting on me. Or did you forget that you wanted me enough to kidnap me?”
“There’s a difference between want and need.”
Something in her changes. “And do you still need me after all this?” she asks.
I see the vulnerability in her quivering lips. The fear returns, and it is real. She’s afraid of me. I continue staring at her and see a tremor rush through her. Her knees press close to each other, and I see her nipples hardening beneath the flimsy robe.
I can feel her fear and her arousal. I can practically smell both.
It shouldn’t be a turn on, yet it is. And in that moment, I realize shecancontrol me. It’s not sex, but her innocence. The way her big eyes beg me to protect her. The way she melts into me when I shield her from harm with my body. The way she opens herself to me when she knows we’re alone.
I stand by the edge of the bed and break the silence. “You have to beg.”
Her body tenses as she backs further away.
I smirk. “You have to beg me to fuck you.”
“Fuck you.” She shakes her head slightly.
