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“Fuckyou,”I spat.
His gaze snapped toward mine and in an instant, that stare turned deadly. “How about I fuckyou, instead?”
Cold plunged into my center.
He strode forward, no longer playing or teasing. No. He was an avalanche rushing toward me. I stumbled backwards, lifting my hand to shield myself. There was no amount of training that could protect me now, no amount ofyieldingthat could stop a monster.
He grabbed me under the jaw, his fingers digging in each side until pain flared. There was nothing but darkness in that pitiless stare. “I canfuck youanytime I want. I’d take you kicking and screaming if it came down to it. In fact, I’d probably enjoy that a whole lot better. So the next time you decide to slink out of your room,wildcat,just remember…we’re always watching.”
The study door opened quietly behind him and London St. James entered carefully, his gaze moving from the monster in front of me to his mute goddamn brother, then to me. If the asshole with his hands wrapped around my throat was aware of the intrusion, he didn’t let it show. Instead, he moved forward, driving me backwards until I hit the black fireplace in the middle of the study.
My hand went back, bracing against the cold steel.
“Carven,” London said carefully. “Everything okay here?”
“Fine,” the monster answered, not once shifting his gaze from me. “We went mouse hunting and found a hellcat instead.”
“You were meant to be hunting something else,” his father said quietly.
Shallow breaths. A racing heart. The dim room bled to gray at the edges, but I refused to lose control. I wouldn’t crumble…I wouldn’t fall apart. I just stared into the eyes of a madman as he answered. “We were…we’re close, we’ll have the address by morning.”
He seemed to gain control of himself and released his cruel hold that still throbbed long after he dropped his hand and stepped away. I touched my jaw, massaging the deep throb. Still the asshole stared at me, drinking down every wince and flicker of fear that crossed my face.
“Then I suggest you keep at it,” London urged.
He might be their father, but it was clear in that moment that he had no control over his sons…how could he when they were nothing more than rabid animals?
“Until next time, hellcat,” Carven murmured, and looked me up and down, stopping at my breasts. “Maybe then we’ll get to play.”
“Colt,” London muttered, and the quiet one pushed up from the desk where he’d just stood by and watched this all play out. “Control your brother.”
Carven gave a chuff and turned away, glancing at his father before they went to the door and left.
Shudders wracked my body as the door closed behind them.
My shoulders sank and my body almost collapsed as I sucked in hard breaths. “Thanks,” I whispered, before I realized who I was thanking.
“Oh, don’t thank me, Vivienne.” London strode forward. That steely control was now sparking too cold, hard rage flared as he grabbed my arm and yanked me forward. “I want you to explain yourself instead. What the fuck are you doing in my goddamn study?”
My panicked gaze went to his desk…then to the black leather binder sitting neatly on the edge.
“Well?” His grip tightened as he stared down at me, rage sparking in his eyes. “Answer me.”
I lifted my gaze to his. “Get. Your. Fucking. Hands.Off me…”I snarled.
His brows rose for a second as surprise flickered. I was betting London St. James wasn’t used to many women biting back. He sure ashellwasn’t used to me. But he released his hold.
My mind was frantic, clawing at anything I could to keep him leashed. “You signed the contract. You can’t…can’t…”
“Can’t,” he mocked as he stepped forward to push me back and off balance. I hit the edge of the sofa behind me.“Fuck you, Vivienne. Is that what you’re trying to say? I can’t—”He lowered his gaze and sucked in a heavy breath, then took a step forward, driving me against the rolled armrest of the black leather sofa. “Make you wear red.”
A whimper slipped from me. But I swallowed the sound and answered. “Yes.”
There was a twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Believe me…there are ways around any contract. Don’t push your goddamn luck.Now.I suggest you return to your room…unless you wish to have another encounter with my sons.”
That thought terrified me more than anything. I shook my head.
A jerk of his head, and he eased backwards.
