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I drop it. For now. “Why do you have a collection of women?”
He laughs. “Jealous?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow.
“Excuse me? No.”
He wraps his hand around my wrist, pulling my body up and placing me on top of him so that I’m straddling his waist. Well, that escalated quickly.
“Don’t play dumb, Millie. You and I both know that’s not true.”
My eyebrows pinch together. “I’m not jealous, Raze. Because in order for me to be jealous, I must care, and in order to care, I must feel, which I’ve found out lately—I don’t. My feelings were robbed.” I raise my eyes to his, a small hiss coming out of my words at the end. Bringing my hand to his cheek and rubbing my thumb across his jaw softly, I bend down to his ear and whisper, “You robbed me of that.” I bring my face back and search his eyes. “So no, Raze, I’m not jealous, I’m not anything. I’m just me.”
He watches my face closely, his hands dropping from my back to my hips. “And who are you, Millie?”
I tilt my head. “Not the girl you kidnapped. Not anymore. So if the whole innocent thing turned you on, sorry to disappoint.”
“Get out.” He points to the door and my eyes snap up to find him smiling softly. He has a pretty incredible smile.
“I wouldn’t joke about that, considering I’m pretty much a prisoner, so I would run.”
“Yeah?” He smirks, his hand gripping the back of my neck to pull my face down to his, and his lips brush over my ear. “Well, I run faster.” He nips my ear lobe between his teeth. His grip loosens and he glides his thumb over the back of my neck softly. “In all seriousness, yes, you are a prisoner. I’m not letting you go, and if I ever decide to, you will know…” He’s watching my response, but it’s calm. “But I do need you alive, for now. For a few reasons, one of which I will tell you in due time.” He runs his hands over my upper thigh and I attempt to clench them together which, judging by the small dance in his stare, has excited him somewhat. “I’ll make you a deal.” He watches me closely. To say that it’s strange that there’s no awkwardness with our exchange is a little off-putting. But, although Raze was who he was in the dungeon, my body feels comfortable enough around him now to relax in his embrace. Crazy bitch.
“Hmmm.” I look up at the ceiling. “Why do I get the feeling I’m about to make a deal with the devil?”
He chuckles lightly, but I can see he’s attempting to keep his full laughter contained. “Because you are.”
I swing my leg off him, but his grip tightens, so I take that as a clue that I should remain in the same spot. The fact that I’m sitting on his hard stomach is making this a little more comfortable because if I was sitting on his dick, I’m sure this conversation would be one-hundred percent more awkward.
“You help me with what I’m going to do, and I promise you will see your sister again,” he says easily.
At the mention of my sister, I flinch. “What if I don’t want to see her again?”
He tilts his head and I run my eyes over his chiseled jawline where tattoos run underneath and then around to the back of his neck, going up to his scalp. “Really?”
I shrug. “I’m not sure.”
“Well, let’s say that I’ll let you live, with the possibility of seeing your sister again, if you help me.”
“Will you let me go after it’s all done?” I whisper, bringing my eyes to his.
“Maybe.”
“How can I turn that maybe into a yes?”
He smirks, and before he says it, I know what he’s going to say. “For me to set you free?” His hands run towards my upper thigh, his fingertips skating over the softest part of my leg. “I want this.” His thumb grazes over my clit and my jaw slams shut. It’s going to happen one way or another, and I’d much rather get it over with earlier than later. Besides, Raze already knows my body probably better than I know my own body.
“Fine,” I say through clenched teeth. “I help you with whatever you’re planning, give you my virginity, and then you let me go.” I keep my eyes locked over his shoulder before a smile touches my lips.
“What’s that smile for?” he asks, bringing his hands back down my thighs.
I tap his nose with my finger. “That’s none of your business.” I swing my leg off and he releases it this time. “Who is Cassia and should I start carrying a knife around the house with me?”
He laughs, standing to his feet and doing up his tie. “Cassia and Ella will be no issue to you.” His reply is blasé.
“Are you like Hugh Hefner? Just the…” I flick my fingers up and down his massive body. “…bad version?”
“No, Millie, not like Hugh Hefner. They look like cute little bunnies to you?”
I shrug as he takes a step toward the door. “If bunnies looked like hookers, then yes. Which, by the way, the Playboy bunnies sort of were.”
