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Now.
Just like he had last night.
Like he’d done before.
Every time he’s near me, like he’s fighting something, pushing me away and yet drawing me back, unable to stand the thought of me and yet…yet…yet he craves me.That thought punctured my mind like a thorn as he stepped to the side and jerked his head toward the bed. Isawit now, saw past the control and cruelty. I saw that man, the hotblooded man who invaded my room. I stepped into the bedroom to find my clothes laid out neatly on the bed.
The man who sets my clothes out every morning, and who rules what I wear to bed.
Who’d come to my rescue when I was lured out of my room by the two men he calledsons.
Who’d abducted me from The Order…
And forced them to give me to him.
“Sit.”
I turned around and did as he instructed, lowering myself to the bed. He didn’t look my way, intent on the task at hand now that I was pliable and meek.
I was pliable…and meek.
He sat on the side of the bed and patted his thigh. “Your foot.”
I froze and my heartbeat thrashed in my ears as I whispered. “No.”
He jerked his gaze to mine, the shine savage and feral. “No?”
“N-no.”
There was a second of chilling silence before a twitch came at the corner of his eye. Then he lunged in an instant, twisted to grab my throat, and drove me back against the pillows. “NO?” he roared, and fury filled his stare as he loomed over me. “There is noNOin your vocabulary when you speak to me, do youunderstand that?”
I couldn’t move.
His hand clenched tighter as he shook me.“DO YOU UNDERSTAND!”
No…
No, I didn't understand any of this.
His gaze narrowed as he pinned me to the bed. Sawing breaths came in the wake of his anger, the heat burning as he fixed on my parted lips, then lowered to the hold around my throat. It eased, no longer crushing. “You think I’m playing fucking games here?” He shifted that violent stare to mine. “You have no idea of the things I’ve done to have you. No idea of—”
He stopped himself, scowled, and looked at my mouth before he clenched his jaw and eased backwards. “So when I tell you to lift your fucking foot, Vivienne,lift your foot.”
He eased backwards further as he released his hold. I didn’t move, my gaze fixed on him as he straightened, composed himself, and said, “Let’s try this again. Your foot.”
He bent, grasped the bottle of lotion from the floor, and straightened.
But if he thought his outburst had scared me…
Then he was wrong.
He was wrong because he couldn’t break me.
Because he didn’tknow me.
Because I had no brothers to come save me and no mother who’d ever cared.
Because I had me…and only me.
