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He looks up at me, his expression the same. Hard and unreadable. Impassive. Cold. So fucking cold.
“Of course, you fucking are,” I laugh again, rubbing my eyes as I walk to pace around the front of the bed.
“This is what you fucking do, isn’t it, Marco? You get off on this shit, don’t you?” I say, shaking my head at him.
“You fuck innocent women and then you break them down until they’re nothing. And once they’re nothing, once they bend and break for you, you completely take over them. You become a fucking bloodsucker and steal every bit of life away from them and use it for yourself. Until me. Until you made me feel so much darkness that I couldn’t even give you my sadness, my anger. And that made you mad, because I wasn’t giving you anything. You had nothing left to feed off of,” I snarl, feeling insane.
I march to him, jamming my finger in his face as I speak.
“And then you found a way to make me snap, huh? To give you something. You made me think that what we did in here earlier was special, was different—”
“It was.” I don’t allow him space to continue.
“It wasn’t. It was another manipulation tactic because here we are again, back to you having control,” I seethe, pushing his shoulder before I walk away and go in the bathroom.
Right when I’m about to shut the door, he appears behind me. He blocks it with his hand, pushing it back as I sneer at him. I go to the sink and run cold water, splashing my face with it before I look in the mirror and rest my hands on the counter, Marco standing behind me.
“I’m never going to be free of you, am I?” I ask, biting my lip as he shakes his head.
“Even when I’m going to be set free, I’ll still be under your control. No matter what. There will always be someone watching me, dictating every single move I make,” I chuckle humorlessly, tilting my head back to look at the ceiling.
“You will be free, Lori. You’ll just be under my protection. I can’t have anyone else threatening my family. I won’t allow it. It’s too dangerous… sending you back to them. I can’t allow it,” he says after a while.
“When have I ever portrayed myself as a threat to you, Marco?” I ask, whipping around to look at him.
“When I let you take me away from my life? When you tied me up to a bed for weeks? When you took my fucking virginity? How about a couple of hours ago, when I let you see a side of me that no one has seen before. When you let me see inside of you too,” I say, a light bulb suddenly going off in my head at my words.
“That’s it, isn’t it? That’s why you’re doing this, why you don’t trust me. Because I make you feel things you’re not used to feeling and it makes you scared. Because you’re out of control then,” I say, narrowing my eyes as I smirk at him.
“You’re even weaker than I thought,” I spit, his eyes flashing before he lunges at me and pins me against the sink, his hand going over my mouth to silence me as his massive body blocks me from escaping.
“That’s enough, woman,” he snarls, his warm breath blasting my face.
“I get that you’re angry, but for fuck’s sake, Lori. Have some common sense. You really think I’m gonna let you go after holding you hostage? That everything is going to go back to normal and my family will remain safe because of it?” He has my mouth smashed underneath his palms.
“I’ll admit, fucking you made this messy. It wasn’t a smart choice, but God dammit, it happened and there’s nothing you or I can do about it, okay? Be thankful that I’m letting you go and not keeping you here as a prisoner.”
I’m quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in as my rage begins to settle. He’s not wrong. He’s made this a bigger mess than it should’ve been. He handled it all poorly, getting entangled with me when he should’ve stayed ruthless. Now, the little hope I feel about being released is barely present. Because I have to stay under his watch. If my family knew where I was, they would stop at no ends to find me. They would kill him.
I don’t know why, but the thought of Marco dead does something strange to me. It fills me with this sadness that doesn’t make sense, because I should hate this man. I should hate him for everything that he is and everything that he’s done.
He releases me, stalking back towards the doorway before he pauses, his head hanging with his back turned to me.
“If you don’t believe me, you can ask my mother. I’m sure she’ll be back soon to check on you. This was all her idea anyway,” he says finally.
“So, if it wasn’t for her, you’d kill me?” I ask, my voice quiet and shaky.
He sighs, the blurry movement of his shoulders sagging.
“No. I’d probably keep you here. Continue whatever madness this is between us and lock you away like my own personal prisoner,” he says, his voice low and troubled sounding.
“Why? Why couldn’t you just not touch me? Why did you have to make this worse than this already is?” I ask, sounding broken and confused.
He turns around and looks in my direction, his distance making it hard to read his face clearly.
“Because of you, Lori. Because you have the power to unman even the most cynical of bastards,” he shakes his head before he walks out of the bathroom and then leaves the suite entirely, slamming the door behind him.
I stand there for a while, looking over my shoulder at my fuzzy reflection before I make my way slowly back into the room, sinking on the bed and grabbing my plate. I take a few bites, chewing slowly as I go over every word he said to me.
