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But then there was her, and she pushed him into the former, showing him that there was a life to be lived—that there was living even after death.
Over the years, he'd cultivated such a reputation that no one intuited what lay hidden beneath his mask. A sardonic smile pulled at his lips as he wondered how people would react if they knew that his pet was the first and only person he'd willingly touched—and allowed to touch him in return—in almost a decade.
They'd probably think him mad, and rightly so. But his pet was part of that madness—shefueledit in a way nothing else could.
Bringing his hand lower, he stopped as he reached her lips, his thumb skimming the surface of her plump lower lip as he wet his own in response.
So soft. So pretty. So…
He bit a curse as he imagined her on her knees, her lips stretched to their fullest to accommodate the thickness of his shaft. Fuck, but it had been too long—way too long. And as soon as that thought surfaced, he squashed it down.
He wanted to take things slow—certainly slower than ever before. If he allowed his baser instincts and his unbridled lust to rule him he would make a mess of everything.
Michele had already done his due diligence, studying every material he could find on women and what appealed to them in an attempt to woo his pet even better—coax her to his side and seduce her into giving him power over her again. As such, he knew he had to act carefully, with tact.
It might go against everything they had established in the past, but he wanted to earn her trust again. And more than anything, he wanted her adoration anew.
So he pushed down his frustration and all the visions of her on her knees out of his mind.
Slow. He was going to go slow. Enjoy her.Wooher.
Yet his eyes were still stuck on her lips.
It must be witchery, he thought. Though he would never give credence to such foolish notions, nothing else made sense. Nothing else could explain this odd affinity he felt to her, this utterly implacable pull towards her.
Against all odds, she was the exception to the rule.
Once more, the rational side of his mind took the front seat, giving him a list of all the explanations. He was feeling this stronglybecauseshe was the exception to the rule.
With her he'd done things he'd even entertained the thought with another. She'd given him a taste of what it was like to be free, physical—normal.
Right at that moment her eyes snapped open, widening as she realized who was by her side.
He expected her to move—jump out of his hold.
She did neither.
She merely stared at him, her gaze hardening to the same indifference he'd witnessed in her before—the same type that raked its claws over his insides.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in an even voice, though he detected a slight tremble.
The beast inside of him preened. She was scared—which meant shefelt.
"I told you I'd come for you, pet," he drawled, the corners of his lips drawing up in a carefree smile—the opposite of what he was feeling at the moment.
TWELVE
MICHELE
Covering his hand with hers,she pushed it aside as she moved in a sitting position. The sheet slid off her body, revealing that odious gown that covered every inch of her—every inch he couldn't see.
She was all prim and proper, looking at him as if she couldn't care less about him.
Andthatpissed the hell out of him.
But he reined it in. He kept a tight leash on all those explosive emotions she awoke inside him. After all, he had a plan—one he'd studied in depth for.
"Why are you here, Michele? Why are youreallyhere?" she demanded, her words dripping with skepticism.
