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“Stop.”
“You want a doll, Cameron? The type of woman who does everything you want? When you want? Do you miss that? Having complete control? And yet you claim to hate what they went through?”
“Shut up.”
“That’s it, isn’t it? You want to own me like you owned the girl you couldn’t save.”
My fingers curl around her neck, squeezing lightly. “Violet...”
“I don’t want to be owned by you.”
She pushes me away, but I take her down with me on the loveseat, rolling us over. Her giving me an attitude turns me on even more. She lands on my lap, and I hold her there with my palms on her hips.
“Let’s get one thing straight, darling. As long as I live, you’re mine. So that’s fucking semantics for me.”
She shifts in my lap, trying to wiggle away, only for my cock to stand at full attention, getting even harder. I don’t think I have ever been this painfully hard, my insides vibrating with the sheer need to be inside someone. I shake my head to clear the haze of lust I’m in.
“What happened?” she asks softly, remaining perfectly still.
“My father killed that girl.”
Just like that, I sober up from that cocktail of desire and lust. Deflating, my arms fall next to my sides, fisting my hands.
“Jenny’s parents sold her to my father, who gifted her to me. I promised her I would find a way to save her. Silas must have found out. One night, I found him in her room. He was raping her. He broke her that night, and I couldn’t save her. She killed herself shortly after.”
Violet places her cheek on my chest and uses her finger to draw patterns on my arm. Incapable of not touching her, I caress down her spine.
“I’m sorry for your loss. But you were a teenage boy. What could you have done?” She sighs, looking outside the window. “I could never give you that, Cameron. Be that. A possession.”
I kiss the top of her head and place her on the sofa, leaving her with the memory of my failure to save and protect Jenny. We were so young, but her friendship made me strong enough to tolerate the shit that was going on. Along with the support of Kieran and Cato too.
I take the stairs toward the second floor and step inside my mother’s room. Two pictures sit on the nightstand: one of my mother, the other of Jenny—two women I wronged and couldn’t save.
Dropping on the bed, I stare at their pictures, apologizing to two ghosts whose memories will always haunt me.
His hands trail over my heated skin while I moan his name, his lips against my ear. “You’re mine.”
I startle awake and place my hand over my fast-pumping heart.
Now Cameron is in my dreams. I sigh and rest my head against the headboard. Yesterday went from fun to mind-blowing in just hours. He has such a distorted notion of sex and relationships. I’m in way over my head.
His confession about his past tugs at my heartstrings. I’m torn between aching for him and wanting to stop giving him so much space in my mind and heart. I drag myself into the shower and get ready for the day. Cameron’s words run on repeat through my head. “I will break you.”
I believe him.
When I leave my room, he descends the stairs, passing me by without a second glance.
Why does he have to be so confusing?
My appetite is gone, but I still eat a few spoonfuls of yogurt. Cameron hasn’t said a word to me. He stands up and leaves me to wallow in my thoughts.
Marie enters the dining room, finding me with my elbows on the table, hands on my cheeks, staring at the half-eaten yogurt bowl.
“Is everything all right?”
“No, and I...” I swallow the lump in my throat. Marie approaches me while I fight with the emotions Cameron ignites in me. She sits next to me, her hands raising only for her to tuck them in her lap.
“You can comfort me. I kind of need it,” I tell her. She pulls me into her arms and I cry. I cry over my ineptitude to deal with all of this, knowing this situation is far from normal.
