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“You’re lying.”
“No. Did you think I was going to sit around with a broken heart again?”
“Is this a test, kitten?” He’s on me before I can run. Firm fingers tilt my chin and his lips ghost over mine. I tremble. “Because I will fail. Did you forget what happened the last time?”
“I’m single now, Dash. I can go on a date if I damn well please.”
His fingers squeeze my chin, making my lips part and my pussy wet. I need his lips on mine. Including his drugging kiss. Yet he doesn’t bridge the tiny distance between us.
“Tell me one thing and I won’t stop you from going on your little date.”
“What?”
“Tell me you don’t love me anymore.”
My heart stammers against my rib cage while he waits. “I haven’t forgiven you.”
“That’s not what I asked,” he says, undeterred. And asks again, “Do you love me or not, kitten?”
“What difference does it make?”
“Yes or no?”
My hands ball into fists, unable to push him again. Because being in his arms is like coming home. I hesitate because, damn it, I’m unable to say no because it physically hurts me knowing it’d be the biggest lie I’ll ever tell. I realize a little too late that I’m clutching the pendant hidden beneath my top when his attention lands on it like a hunter.
I instantly drop my hand while my heart races.
“Why are you always wearing it, kitten?” he demands, voice low.
“It’s nothing.”
“Show me.”
“No.” Panic swells in my chest while my pulse pounds rapidly.
His other hand lashes out, wrapping his fingers around the chain. I fight him off but he’s stronger and he tugs it from my neckline in one swift move. My bodygoes absolutely still and I close my eyes.
I hear his rough exhale before he whispers hauntingly, “You kept it.”
I shut my eyelids tighter and shake my head slowly. His fingers, which were curled around my jaw, move to cup my cheek and his thumb traces it softly. “Look at me.”
He saw it. How could I be so reckless?
“Please, kitten.”
Trapped under him, I reluctantly obey his low command but don’t dare meet his stormy eyes. He clutches the small heart-shaped key in his palm that I couldn’t throw away. Instead, I wore it around my neck daily, holding on to a piece of him like a lovesick fool.
Suddenly, his fingers disappear as he steps back and a smile graces his lips, turning his face lethally handsome. Like he found his answer.
“Don’t let me catch you on a date, kitten,” he warns before he leaves.
***
Technically, I’m not going on a date. Just going on a simple dinner with my only friend.
But maybe I should’ve alluded to that fact. Or maybe I’m secretly craving to be chased. To break the control he’s suddenly practicing like a preacher.
Maybe I’m just testing to see if there’s any power behind his warning.
