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I look down to see my breasts pushed together and my nipples poking through the material of my top. With a huff to hide my burning cheeks, I bring my hair forward to cover my body’s arousal to his proximity. His expression screams it’s too late.
“Tell me your rules,” he demands instead of opposing when I don’t budge.
I hold a finger up for each of them. “No bossing me around. No touching me when we’re alone. No more mind games. This arrangement will be strictly business, Dash. If you can’t agree, then I’m walking away.”
Silence stretches once I’m finished laying down my terms and I feel the undercurrent of tension in him, but I hold my stance. As important as this is for me, considering it’s my last resort, I wouldn’t do it unless I’m an equal in this, which means he can’t call all the shots.
If I continue to let him treat me in his domineering and territorial way, lines will get blurry. It will only be a matter of time.
While my heart is safely locked inside the cage, so will be my body. If I allow him to touch me, I’ll become addicted because in two short weeks, I’m already halfway there.
He may act all obsessive and infatuated now but once I’m out of his system, he’ll walk away while leaving me a crumbling mess. I won’t let it happen.Never again.
“Are these rules really important to you?” he finally asks, voice devoid of emotion. I nod anyway and my stomach hollows when with one single move, he picks me up and sets me down beside him.
I’m too stunned to react because he does it so fast. At first, I’m afraid he’s rejecting me and I’ve pushed him too far until he meets my gaze with his steady ones. Something calculative, lurking beneath them.
“Okay. Although I can’t promise to not be demanding, because it goes against my very nature, I will give you a choice in the final say. As for not touching you…” His eyes turn molten as they run over me seductively. “I’ll do it because it won’t be long before I have you begging for it.”
I swallow the nerves because he’s taken my rules as a challenge. Instead of giving me safety, they make me feel anything but. Only Anticipation. Arousal.Thirst.
Still, I somehow manage to mumble, “I won’t beg.”
“You did last night.”
“Last night was a fluke.”
“And you also did seven years ago,” he growls, voice deep and guttural. “And if I were to play with your wet cunt right here, you’ll do it again. It’s the only reason you’re insisting on this stupid rule.”
His words light up my body and it takes all my willpower not to squirm and clench my thighs together to stop the ache. I hate the tremble in my voice when I reply, “Whatever helps you to follow it.”
The smirk on his face widens at the breathlessness and stubbornness in my voice. I take a relaxing breath, assuming he’s done, until he speaks again, “And I have one condition too, kitten.”
My hackles rise because it feels like a trap. Except, I don't know how I lost or how I’ll pay for it. At least his list isn’t as lengthy as mine, so I hesitantly ask, “What?”
“You will move in with me.”
“But I already have my apartment,” I say dumbly. The whole reason I chose him was to avoid the entire living together situation because he won’t be in the city half the time. He himself said so. Besides, where the hell am I going to move into? He doesn’t even own a place.
Unless he’s planning to shift to mine.
Hell no. I’ve already experienced living with him back when I stayed with Niall. It was torture of the worst kind. And I won’t have anyone to use as a buffer to avoid him.
“This is nonnegotiable.” His tone is firm while his face is calm. “Besides, you'll only have to shift to the thirtieth floor.”
My jaw drops at the revelation. “You bought an apartment in my building?”
“No. I bought the whole building.” The smile that stretches across his full lips is nothing but devilish. “Like I said, we’ll be living together, no matter what.”
It really hits me at this moment that I’ve made a deal with the devil.
An insane, devious, and sinful devil.
The control I fought for a second ago might as well be an illusion. “When did you do that and how? You might be rich but you can’t make something like this happen so fast.”
“Like I said, I’m persuasive and it also helps that I’m best friends with Justin,” he explains but leaves me more confused. He must sense it because his head tilts in astonishment and he probes, “You do know who he is, don’t you?”
“Um… No.” I frown. “Am I supposed to?”
