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When Knight slides the ring on my finger, there’s nothing remotely romantic about the gesture. I could have put it on myself. His ring on my finger makes me feel no different from one of his dogs with a collar around its neck.
I’m about to pull my hand away, but he secures a tighter grip.
“There are a few other things I need to go over.” A sense of danger that I don’t like emanates from him.
“Like what?” I lift my chin higher.
“You are to wear this ring at all times. From now on, you are to act the part of my fiancée, and when we’re married, you are my wife.” Those words—fiancée and wife—sound strange coming fromhislips. Reading them on the contract was bad enough, but hearing them spoken really hits. “That means we look like a couple in public. And there will be no fucking around.”
“I don’t fuck around.”
He gives me another malicious smile that’s equally as sinful as the first. “Given the fact I had my hands in your pussy when you were days away from your engagement party, I’m not so sure I believe that.”
My skin blazes hot, as if I’ve been shoved inside a furnace, and there’s not a goddamn thing I can say to refute his accusation without sounding like a slut.
Because he’s right.
“That was a mistake.” My lame answer is the best I can do to save my image. It does nothing, but I had to try.
Knight releases my hand but inches closer into my personal space. When I step back, he follows. I take another few steps backward, and he pursues me until my back leans flush against the wall.
He plants one hand above my head and the other by my waist, trapping me the same way he has with our upcoming marriage.
“Let’s hope you won’t be making any more mistakes like that, especially now that your ex-beloved has been cleared and set free.”
“Nathan was cleared?” I’m surprised to hear that. I felt for sure the FBI would find something on him.
“He was.” When Knight searches my eyes again, I realize what he’s looking for. It’s emotion. He seems to be checking to see how I feel about Nathan, and I understand why. It’s because I’ve said next to nothing about him, and I haven’t acted like the distraught girlfriend who’s lost the chance to wed the man of her dreams. “Nathan’s release isn’t going to be a problem for us, is it?”
“No.” Surely, he must know the whole thing between Nathan and me is the same kind of arrangement we are. But the wild possession in his eyes suggests he might not.
“It better not be, mon cherie.” I’m not ready for how impossibly close he gets, or for how fast my heart starts beating. “I don’t share.Ever. What’s mine is mine, even if it belongs to me for seven and a half months.”
My God…he’s talking about me.
The thought barely registers before Knight lifts a lock of my hair and touches it to his nose, inhaling the scent the way an addict would with their favorite drug. “I don’t want him near you. Do you understand me?”
He traces a finger up to the hollow of my neck and lingers there, brushing over the start of my cleavage. My breath comes short, and a maddening cacophony of arousal and confusion has my body doing everything I don’t want it to.
“Answer me, mon cherie.” His tone has the urgency of a drill sergeant.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you understand me?”
“Yes. I understand you.” My voice is firmer but regrettably breathy with desire.
“Perfect, because if you cross me, let’s just say you won’t like it.”
My nerves scatter, and a callous chill crawls down my spine. “You’d hurt me?”
He releases my hair. “That depends on your definition of hurt. Sometimes, pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain.” His lips curl into a mirthless smile that does all sorts of sinful things to my body. “You like to slap. I like to spank, so cross me, and I’ll spank your tight little pussy so hard, you won’t be able to walk for days.”
I’m so stunned, I’m not sure how my eyes haven’t popped out of my head yet.
No man has ever spoken to me like that. And my God, that accent. It’s stronger, and I don’t know which hits me more—that or his crass, lustful words.
I’m shocked, but shit, I’m wet, and my nipples are so tight and sharp they could cut through glass. How the hell can I be turned on by this man after everything that’s happened and all he’s done? Something must be very wrong with me if I can even admit to getting all worked up over him.
