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His mouth is level with the part of me that’s begging for his attention, and his eyes stare up my body at me as he reaches for something down by his ankle. He takes his time slowly sliding back up, before stretching behind me. I feel something cool slip between my wrists and the cable ties binding them together snap loose.
“So make it,” he tells me, backing away from me and putting space between us. Why does it make me want to cry?
How, after all this time can he still hold that kind of power?
“You are free to walk out of that door. You can go back to Fabian if you wish, but if you do… I will kill him.” The look on his face is so serious, I know he’s not making an empty threat.
“You can’t…” I laugh, nervously.
“Shhhhh.” He steps forward and hushes me with that finger again. “We both know that I can and that I will.” He smiles at me so sinisterly that it makes my skin tingle.
I’m mad at Fabian, raging in fact, but I don’t wish death upon anyone.
“And what’s the alternative, stay here with you, be your mistress?” I bite back at him sarcastically.
“I don’t want a mistress when I marry. I will be as loyal to my wife as I am to my family name.”
When… the word stands out, and rings in my ear. I was sure he and Briella Quinn would be married by now.
“So what is my alternative?” I question him again. This time, much more intrigued by his answer.
“I have a duty to fulfill. My engagement to Miss Quinn will be announced at the end of next month and a wedding will follow shortly after.” It looks as though the words taste bitter in his mouth. “But before that happens, I want you.” His hand moves up my jaw to tuck my hair behind my ear. “I want us to have everything we should have had,” he whispers.
“You want a fling?” I shake my head at him in an attempt to break the intensity. I can’t fall for him again. I’ll never recover from it a second time.
“No, Evelyn, I don’t want a fling. I want to own you, to make you feel all the things he couldn’t.” His eyes fall back to the broken pieces of the iPad on the floor for a second.
“There is so much I want to teach you,” he confesses in a deep, raspy tone that makes it sound so tempting. “It’s selfish of me, but I think it’s what you want too,” he adds, pressing a kiss on my cheek that makes my pulse beat faster.
“So you want to ruin me?” I summarize it as plainly as I can when I’ve pulled myself back together, because what he’s just described will do just that.
“Yes, Evelyn. I want to ruin you but in the most beautiful of ways.”
This is why the man is so dangerous, he can actually make destruction sound appealing.
“You’ve thought about me a lot since Saturday night,” he whispers as his hand slides down my neck.
“Raoul, this is a bad idea,” I tell him, as his body presses into mine and forces me to shuffle backward. I feel my ass hit something hard, and Raoul dips his body slightly, his hands sliding under my thighs, lifting me onto whatever it is.
“Tell me you haven’t thought about me.” He fills the empty space between my legs with his hips and presses his forehead into mine.
“Please don’t do this,” I plead, hating myself for sounding so weak.
“Tell me that you haven’t thought about me and I’ll let you leave, I’ll have my driver take you wherever you want to go, and you’ll never have to see me again.” His fingers tense where he’s holding my hips.
“I thought about you,” I admit with a pathetic whisper, the tears rolling down my cheeks when I think about never seeing him again. “I thought about you every day after you left me. And I cried for you for years.” My voice grows more powerful with every word I speak, anger rapidly replacing my hurt. “And now you've brought me here, and are giving me ultimatums. Things just don’t work that way in my world.”
I shove at him hard and manage to stand up on my feet, and he doesn’t fight me like I expect him to. I need to get out of here, I don’t know what the hell I’ll do about Fabian and the video, but I need to be away from this place and away from him. I start making my way toward the door, my heartbeat already pounding to the rhythm of my footsteps.
“One night,” he blurts out before I can make it all the way to the door, and suddenly my feet stop moving. When I slowly turn back around, I see Raoul staring back at me. He almost looks afraid, but it doesn’t last. He storms toward me and grabs my jaw in his hand again, forcing me to look up at him.
“I can’t not know what it feels like to have you.” His dark eyes pierce into mine and set off a pulse inside my stomach when I imagine what one night of being his might feel like.
“One night,” I whisper back at him, making a deal with the devil himself. Temptation is Satan's greatest power, and it turns out I’m vulnerable to it.
