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Arman
Whoever said possession was nine tenths of the law was obviously a part of a dangerous syndicate. I chuckled from the thought as I strode across the street, moving toward the door. As of this moment, whether or not my beautiful bride to be understood, Raven Cartier had just become mine.
My submissive.
My lover.
My possession.
Soon, she would fully understand what it meant making a deal with the devil.
As soon as the bell jingled, Raven stiffened as if knowing I’d returned. Then she shook her head. When she shifted around to face me, she took a deep breath. If she’d been in any other location, I wouldn’t have put it past her to have a weapon in her hand. In a way she did, her brazen attitude and voluptuous curves giving her a distinct advantage with a monstrous man like me.
I wanted her more than ever.
“It’s time,” I told her. While I hadn’t intended for my voice to sound so gruff, the stark reality of the danger we both face coupled with the desire lurking in the shadows prevented me from being anything but on the edge.
“I refuse to go with you.”
More defiance. My fingers itched to pull her over my knee, spanking her rounded bottom until it was the color of blossoming pink roses in the spring. “You don’t understand, princess. Why are you bothering to deny what we have together, the electric passion we share?” I made certain I had adequate view of the street. She noticed, narrowing her eyes, but her laugh was full of contempt.
“We have nothing but animal magnetism. That’s not what builds a life together. I’m not going with you and that’s final.”
It was time she completely understood she had no choice. I crowded her space, drinking in the combined scents of our sex, taking a deep whiff, which made her blush. She was adorable when she did so. “I’m going to say this as quietly as possible. You have no choice.”
“To hell with you.”
The woman made my balls tighten.
“Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough with you. You made a deal. I’ve come to collect. Besides, you won’t like the consequences if you don’t, or what I’ll do in order to ensure your cooperation. Now, do you understand me?”
She glanced over her shoulder. I’d learned enough about her boss to use the information in damaging ways if necessary, although I had no intentions of harming a single mother. However, Raven had no idea what I was capable of. That could prove to be useful. “Why?”
“Isn’t that obvious? A man like me gets what I want.” Explaining the dangers of what we could be facing would likely only scare her away. I couldn’t risk her running, especially to her father.
“By taking it.”
“If necessary.”
I inched even closer, keeping my eyes locked on hers. When she darted her gaze down the length of me, my sixth sense told me she was searching for a weapon. I moved as far as the counter, cocking my head. There was no reason to raise my voice. “Do I need a weapon to be able to engage in a conversation with the woman who made a deal for her life weeks ago?”
“You’re such a bastard.” Her whisper was harsh. Her voice was strangled, but the pulse on the side of her neck was a clear indication I’d excited her. She was a born submissive, still struggling with the realization.
“So you’ve told me more than once. So be it. Get your things. Now.” I kept an eye on the street, giving her a stern look.
She rubbed her hands down the apron she was wearing, the one I’d ripped off of her before, untying the knot and shaking her head. As she jerked it off, she quickly disappeared into the small kitchen. It was possible she would decide to head out the back door, but I believed otherwise. She was a smart girl. She knew I’d hunt her down.
I heard voices, some laughter. Then she appeared again with a small purse slung over her shoulder. Wearing jeans and a tight tee shirt, she looked every bit the college student, not the femme fatale that had arrived at my party. The rustic look, including her scuffed tennis shoes and the threadbare knees on the faded denim worked. It also highlighted her vulnerability and youth, such sweet innocence.
Or so she wanted everyone to believe.
Behind her intense eyes and quiet demeanor was a lioness who could strike at any moment. Instead of being wary, I remained intrigued and highly aroused. Given I was an evil man, perhaps I’d force her to deep throat me on the return to my home. Our home.
She held a hate-filled look in her eyes as she moved from around the counter, yanking the ponytail holder from her hair and shoving it into the pocket of her jeans. As she swung her hair, she purposely walked several feet around me, taking long strides toward the door. When she stopped at the edge of the sidewalk, only then did I move to join her, flanking her side once I was outside.
“What now?” she asked, more nervous than before.
“Now, we pack up some of your things, but you’re going to need to do that quickly.”
