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“Oh, god. Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for the Sea Warlock? How pathetic.”
“I haven’t fallen for him,” I lie. “I don’t know your father. That’s where my hesitation comes from. And we haven’t even signed a prenup.”
His eyes flash. “You won’t be signing one, either.”
“Do you really think Kieran is going to send me off with your father without one?”
“A word of advice. If Mr. Van der Zee tells you to sign one, you tell him you can’t because you’d feel terrible about taking a dying man’s money.”
“As if he’d believe that.”
Clayton backhands me so fast that I don’t even see it coming. Hot tears fill my eyes and I cup my cheek.
“Like I said, I’m sure you’ll convince him. Now, our own wedding will occur the same day that my father dies.”
I don’t reply. This man is irrational, and nothing I say is going to change his mind.
He continues, “Wewillhave a prenup, though it will favor me more so than you. You will provide me with an heir. If the firstborn is a girl, the pregnancy will be terminated.”
My mouth drops. “What?”
“You heard me. My heir will be a son.”
I shake my head. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am very serious.” His gaze moves over my body. “I’d like a chance to try the goods before we wed, but I’m sure Van der Zee won’t allow it. It’s a pity you aren’t one of the girls at his club. Then this wouldn’t be an issue.”
I’m suddenly so freaking glad that I didn’t sign the first contract that Kieran gave me where I’d be working at the club.
Clayton continues, “That being said, there’s nothing from stopping you from blowing me.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He spreads his legs, pointing to his crotch. “Service me.”
“No.”
He grabs my neck, cutting off my air supply. I claw at him, but it’s no use. His grip tightens until I see black spots. I’m just about to give in to the darkness when he lets go. Gasping, I fill my lungs with air, but my relief is short-lived. He unbuttons his pants, freeing his cock.
“I suggest you get to sucking. Don’t make this harder than it has to be because you won’t like option number two, which is where I force myself between your legs and fuck you.”
Tears leak from my eyes, and I glance at the privacy screen. What if he’s lying about it being soundproof? Seb will help me if I scream and if I don’t at least try…
Clayton snorts. “Jesus.”
He slams his fist into the screen, and it doesn’t move or make a sound.
“If I have to tell you to suck me off one more time, the next thing to hit that glass is going to be your face. Understand?”
I’m crying in earnest now, knowing what’s about to happen. Slowly, I lower my head, wishing that I had pulled the trigger when I had the chance.
* * *
I think I’m in shock. That’s the only way to describe what’s happening right now.
After, well, after we arrived in Manhattan, we came to a stop at a famous jeweler. Clayton led me inside, where we were shown several rings. Clayton didn’t like any of them, so we left that store and are now at another. His hand is on my back, making sure I stay close.
Inside, I’m screaming. How did I let that happen? Why didn’t I fight him harder? The taste of his come is still in my mouth, making me want to vomit.
