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I glanced at Thorn, wondering how a man so beautiful could be so cruel. I didn’t want to know the answer to that question, either.
“Eat,” he growled at me, never taking his eyes off the plate.
I glanced at my own steak, blood pooling under the meat. I’d lost my appetite, so I pushed the plate away.
“I can’t,” I whispered, and he glanced at me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, and I shook my head uselessly, unable to answer him.
What was I supposed to tell him? Surely he knew what the problem was, that I wanted my freedom back, that I was desperate to go back to the life I knew and stop living as a prisoner. Something he would never give me.
“You will tell me,” he said, and I looked up at him again. His eyes were thunderous, demanding answers. “You will tell me what the problem is right now.”
I bit my bottom lip, trying to decide between lying and giving him the truth, which would only make him angrier.
He pushed his own plate away, and the maids scurried closer, cleaning up after us as I sat there feeling useless and dejected.
“Now,” he said, and I swallowed thickly, knowing I’d better give him what he wanted or I’d be hurt again.
“I want to go home,” I whispered. “I want to leave.”
I could feel the anger coming off him in waves, but he didn’t say a word; instead, he got up from the table and buttoned his suit jacket as he came to stand close to me. The maids had cleared the table and now stood off to the side, but he paid them no mind as he grabbed my hair and made me stand up, dragging me by my hair and making me cry out in pain.
He twisted me in his arms and threw me on the dining table, my back exposed in the evening dress he’d picked me to wear for him.
“Pull your dress up,” he growled at me, and my fingers shook as I reached for the hem and slowly pulled up, revealing my naked thighs.
Nervously, I looked at the maids standing off to the side.
“I don’t want them to watch,” I whispered, and he chuckled at me.
“Do I look like I give a shit about what you want?” he asked, and my skin prickled at the severity of his voice.
“I can’t seem to keep my hands off you,” he muttered in my ear.
I squirmed against the table beneath me, my legs shaking as they always did when he was near me. He forced himself between them, putting a hand under my head and propping me up gently, getting me ready for his kiss. I opened my mouth, because it was the thing I always did. I submitted to him… giving him whatever he wanted when he asked for it. I couldn’t help myself. I’d realized months ago that being this stranger’s plaything gave me everything I needed, and as hard as I tried to fight the feeling of wanting to let go, I never seemed to succeed.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked next, his breath hot against my neck. “Do you want me to fuck you in front of all of them?”
My eyes darted to the silent maids surrounding us. One of them kept her gaze focused straight ahead while the other was obviously trying not to stare at us. What was I supposed to tell him? Of course I wanted it, but not in front of them. I wanted it to be in front of Pia.
I was jealous of her, undeniably jealous of her relationship with the man who owned me. I still didn’t know or understand every detail, but I was determined to find out exactly what happened between them.
“Answer me, Rose,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”
I floated back into the moment and focused my eyes on his as I forced his hand between my legs, holding my panties in a fist above my pussy.
“Rip them off,” I asked, and he obliged, getting rid of the flimsy fabric with a single pull.
He tossed them to the floor, leaving me naked and exposed to him, more ready than I’d ever been. I didn’t care who watched or who didn’t. I just wanted him to take what had belonged to him the entire time.
“Do you want to be fucked?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.
I moaned in response, and in seconds, his fingers filled me. I saw one of the maids raise a hand to her lips as he inserted three fingers inside me, filling me up and making me squeal with the sensation. I needed so much more, yet I knew this was the game we were playing now – taunting each other, trying to see which one of us would break first. Give into our most carnal desires and come for the other, but not before pledging ourselves to them.
