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In trying to set her free, I only discovered what a greedy monster I truly am. After experiencing her give herself over to me last night, to keep her in my world, I’ll pillage and destroy like my neanderthal ancestors.
I will be the villain she needs.
I feel the force of her swallow against my palm, and my thumb runs the length of her neck, admiring the bruises I put there. She felt that passion between us, and even now, in the light of day in her mother’s garden room, she can’t deny it.
“I want you to let me go,” she says.
I breathe a light curse. “Or I could take you right here on this bench.” I move in closer and feather a kiss along her delicate skin, inhaling her arousing scent that goes straight to my cock.
“You’re so fucking crass now,” she says, though I can feel the tremble of her body.
I smile against her neck. “Starve a man, and he becomes a wild beast.” I drop a kiss to the hollow of her throat before I straighten and meet her gaze. “Tell me you want me.”
She releases a soundless laugh. “Never happening.”
“Tell me you love me,” I demand.
“In your sick fucking dreams.”
I collar her throat, feeling her pulse kick against the web of my hand. “Then the more you starve me, the more depraved I’ll become.”
Her eyes flare, and I can sense she’s about to spit in my face, so I open my mouth to catch the insult, then capture her lips, sinking my teeth into the kiss. She groans and pushes against my chest to break free.
She wipes the back of her hand across her mouth, smearing a red stain. I touch my lip, realizing it’s my blood. She bit me back. Harder.
“Let’s get this over with,” she says.
I suppress a smile. It wasn’t my intention to manipulate her, but leveraging her erratic emotions does get her to focus.
“It’s easier to let yourself feel only one emotion,” I say, as I pull out my phone. “When you start to sense any loss of control, anger subdues the fear, doesn’t it?”
She smirks knowingly. “Actually, it works great. All I have to do is think about smashing your face, and I’m in complete control.”
I hold her livid gaze, my body heated as I’m tempted to make good on my threat to bend her over the bench. I reach down and shamelessly adjust my hard cock.
Blakely’s eyes never leave mine, but the quick rise and fall of her chest reveals her arousal, and I smile before lowering my gaze to my phone screen.
With a deep, calming inhale, I check the latest update on Brewster. He’s scheduled to fly to Canada in five days, not leaving us a lot of time. I flip the phone around to show Blakely the itinerary.
“We’ll start with Brewster,” I say. “He has a deadline.”
“Fine.” She wets her lips, trying to destroy what fragile restraint I possess in this moment. “Right after I buy another burner phone and get Vanessa out of the city.”
She’s still worried about her mother, even though she’s masking that fear by directing her anger toward me. Some part of me may be a tad delusional when it comes to her, but she was so close last night…so close to accepting us.
The greatest love stories are born of fire.
Tragedy. Cruelty. Passion.
I wasn’t searching for love; my analytical mind never believed in the concept, nor did I think it applied to my life. A romantic partner would be a burden, would prevent me from achieving my goals.
But Blakely has always been different. She’s unique to me, my other half. Now that I’ve found her, I can’t simply return to a gray existence with no purpose.
She’s my future. Whether we’re making love or trying to kill each other, obsession presents as love and grips you whole.
I have no choice but to keep her.
Whoever claimed love should be healthy is a fool who believes in fairy tales.
