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“Date?” I blurt at Deimos. “This is my stepbrother, you psycho.”
“So, the piece of shit offspring of the man trying to steal your mother’s money.”
Raph awkwardly clears his throat. “That would be me, yes. And, I don’t know if you remember me, but we went to Knightsblood together—”
“I went to school with hundreds of pampered douchebags,” Deimos growls. “I never bothered to keep track of who was who.”
Raph frowns. “Well, for what it’s worth, despite who my father is, I’m on Dahlia and Adele’s side here.”
“How nice for you.”
Raph’s smile falters, and he shrinks back a little as Deimos looms over him, gutting him with a somewhat unhinged, psychotic glare before turning to me.
“You’re coming with me. You have work to do.”
“We’re not done our lunch.”
“Oh, believe me, you are.”
He grabs my wrist, but I yank it back and shoot him a venomous look. I’m pretty sure my dangerous bravado is coming from the fact that I haven’t eaten all day and just slugged back half a martini at two in the afternoon.
“I’mnot. And I’m not going anywhere with you.”
I shiver as the corners of Deimos’ lips curl dangerously. He clears his throat and leans down, looking over my shoulder with his lips right by my ear so that only I can hear him.
“Come with me right now, or I’ll put you on your knees right here in the restaurant and fill that fucking mouth of yours with my cum.”
The speed with which my core tightens and my panties become soaking wet is…disturbing.
I clear my throat, trying to stop the roaring heat from spreading across my face.
“Raph…”
“Hey, work is work, I get it,” he says with an uneasy laugh, glancing nervously at Deimos. “Call me later?”
* * *
“What the hell is this?”
The car that Deimos had waiting for us outside of The Mermaid Inn hasn’t taken us to the Laconia Logistics office.
We’ve just pulled up outside his apartment building.
Deimos says nothing, ignoring my question as he gets out and waits for me to follow suit. When I stay put, he shoots me a look that both scares and electrifies me. It also gets me the fuck out of the car.
I swallow as the elevator opens onto the huge, sprawling, gorgeous loft space that I remember from last time. Since I was last here, it seems Deimos has made zero progress in buying any more furniture.
“What are we doing here?”
I flinch when I hear him lock the door behind us. He says nothing as he moves past me, shrugging off his jacket. He hangs it neatly over the back of the single chair by the window before he clicks on the floor lamp and pushes a button on the wall. My pulse skips and my skin tingles into pebbled goosebumps as blackout shades begin to slide down, covering the walls of windows and utterly blocking out the afternoon light. The entire loft goes dark except for the pool of light cast by the single floor lamp in which he’s standing.
“Deimos—”
“Since you like to play games,” he growls quietly, “we’re going to play one ofmine. One of my favorites.”
He leisurely starts to unbutton his cuffs, deftly rolling his sleeves up his tattooed, muscled forearms. I shiver, something in between fear and arousal gathering in my core.
