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He’s trying to make me take a step back but I won’t fucking do it. I’m sick of him making decisions without me, in direct opposition to what we agreed.
My face is burning, my eyes, too, though there’s no fucking way I’d let a tear fall. It would make me look weak, womanish. Everything he thinks about me when he makes these kinds of decisions over my head.
“What makes you think you know better than me?” I hiss.
“This is my country. My people. I know what we have to do to take territory.”
“Well I know business! You don’t have a ninety-day cash flow, you don’t have contingencies—”
“I have what I need,” he says. Cold, arrogant, autocratic. He’s a fucking dictator in a country of dictators.
“You’re vulnerable,” I tell him.
“I’mvulnerable?”
Now his voice has dropped even lower … a soft and dangerous rumble deep in his chest. Adrik steps forward, closing his hand around my throat and spinning me around so I’m facing Jasper, my back pressed against his chest.
Jasper watches us, his dark red hair falling down over one eye, his mouth thin and pale.
“Let me tell you something about Sabrina,” Adrik says, speaking to Jasper, not to me. “She likes to use sex as a weapon. She uses it to control men, and women too … but she’s a dealer who gets high on her own supply …”
I try to twist away from him. His arm is iron across my chest, his fingers clenched around my throat. I’m burning with pure, flaming rage.
Adrik takes his other hand and slides it up my waist.
“She’s the biggest addict of all,” he says. ”She’s completely controlled by it …”
He’s groping my breast, right in front of Jasper. Lifting it. Squeezing my nipple through my shirt.
Jasper watches, pale and immobile. His eyes drop to my chest and then he jerks them up again, a little color coming into his cheeks.
I’m so fucking angry I could scream. But at the same time … heat flushes through my body. My thighs squeeze together. There’s a throbbing low in my guts.
Adrik pulls down the front of my top, baring my breasts to Jasper. My nipples stiffen in the cold air of the basement gym. Adrik brushes his palm lightly over my breasts, his fingertips trailing over the hard nipples, sending sparks up and down my spine.
I’m clenching my teeth tight together, my breath coming out in pants.
Adrik slips his hand down the front of my pants, inside my underwear. He slides his middle finger back and forth in the cleft of my pussy lips, across my clit.
Jasper’s arms tighten. He drops his gaze to the ground, only for his eyes to rise again and fix upon me, unable to look away.
Adrik dips his finger inside me and lifts his hand, fingertips shining in the low light.
“See?” he murmurs. “See how wet she is? She’s fucking furious right now, but she can’t stop wanting it.”
He tucks back my hair and leans in to whisper right in my ear.
“That’s why I’m in charge, Sabrina. Because you can’t even controlyourself.”
He releases me. I whirl around and hit him in the face, as hard as I can. This is no slap like in sex—it’s a closed-fist punch. I split his lip, the blood running down his chin, dripping slowly to the floor.
Adrik doesn’t stumble. He didn’t even try to block it. He’d probably let me hit him again.
His eyes flick over to Jasper. “Get out.”
Jasper leaves without a word.
Now it’s just Adrik and me, facing off in the damp gym, deep in the basement.
