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Reality slaps me in the face hard once we both recover from our highs. Remy tucks his cock back into his pants, and his expression hardens. “I meant it. That’s the last time.”
My stomach dips as I sit back down opposite me. “But why does it have to be?”
“Don’t push me. You’ll be engaged to someone else in two weeks and you have to be a virgin.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m just warning you to be careful around Alex.”
I grind my teeth. “What if I want you instead?”
“You don’t want me, Ella. You know nothing about me.” His fists clench by his sides. “I’m dark and rotten and broken. You are light and life and pure fucking innocence. Do you know what happens when the two clash?”
I don’t reply as it’s rhetorical.
“Darkness always infects, and I’ll corrupt you.”
“Maybe I want to be corrupted,” I breathe.
He laughs, but it’s humorless. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Do you know what one of the Morrone family’s businesses is?”
Despite my research and probing Mia, I have no idea what exactly they do. I shake my head.
“We traffic women.”
He says that as if he told me he works for fucking McDonalds. “What?”
“You heard me. We’ve been doing it for years.”
“How can you sell women like me, Mia, and Camilla into a life of slavery?”
He shakes his head. “That’s what I’m trying to get you to understand. I don’t have any morals. It’s business. Plain and simple.”
“No, you can’t believe that.” I hate that my chest feels like it’s being torn in two. I knew Remy wasn’t a good man, but this... It’s sick. After feeling so hot and desperate for more from him, his admission curdles my stomach. Trafficking is completely and utterly wrong. And I can’t condone it.
“The Morrone family has built its name on sex trafficking of women. I don’t have any issue with it. Do you still want me, Ella?”
I can’t even speak. Instead, I turn away and focus on the lights flashing past the window. Tears prickle my eyes as somehow I could accept or perhaps ignore the fact he sold drugs and arms and did terrible things, but this…
His confession makes me sick to my stomach. And my brain screams, no, I don’t want him, but my body. I still crave this wicked man’s touch. No matter what he’s done or does. It’s sick, and I want to scream at myself for it.
“Answer me, baby.”
That nickname. Shivers travel up my spine as I look into his eyes.
“I wish I didn’t because what you do makes me sick.”
There’s a fire in his eyes as he leans closer. “But you still want me?”
“My body does, but my mind...” I shake my head, not sure how to put it into words. “I want you to stop trafficking women.”
He stares at me for a few moments as if contemplating it. “I’ll think about it.”
My brow furrows. “Really?”
“Don’t look too much into it. Massimo has been on to me about nipping it in the bud for a while. It’s messy, dangerous, and not as lucrative as it used to be.”
I swallow hard as he’s only thinking about stopping trafficking because it doesn’t make him enough money. “You’re a monster.”
“I think I told you that before. You decided not to believe me.” He moves closer again and grabs my throat. “Instead, you’ve romanticized me. Haven’t you?”
I hate that he’s right.
