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He’d only pay someone to kill me.
“Karen?”
I shake my head. “No.”
That would have required her to acknowledge my existence.
He surveys me for what feels like forever before he speaks. The intensity behind his sharp blue eyes nearly steals my breath. “Why are you so fucked up, Eden?”
I’ve seen dozens of therapists over the years, and not one of them has ever asked me that question.
They always told me.
“I—” I don’t know him well enough to open up about my mother…or my insecurities and fears, so I do the only thing I can.
I turn the tables around on him.
“Why are you?”
He doesn’t answer, but something is simmering beneath the surface. My entire body vibrates when he edges forward. We’re so close we’re practically melded together.
My skin prickles and the space between us tightens. There’s an inimitable energy between us. A current flowing from him into me—co
A man who’s given me every reason to fear him.
It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever felt.
I part my thighs without thinking and he settles between them effortlessly, like a puzzle piece clicking into place. A breath shudders out of me when he moves his hips and I feel how hard he is. I wish he wasn’t wearing pants so there wasn’t a barrier between us.
I close my eyes and inhale his scent. I have no idea why I’m so drawn to him, but I don’t have the strength to fight or deny it. Whatever spell he’s put me under is working.
I gasp when his hand finds my breast and he gives it a squeeze before venturing lower, cupping me where I’m damp and needy. I spread my thighs wider and nearly choke at the feel of his skin against my slickness. He’s barely even touching me, and every single nerve I have is on fire.
Raising my hips, I move against his hand, slithering like a snake. Pleasure sizzles up my spine when my clit makes contact and my temperature skyrockets when I look up. His eyes are stormy with lust, and his jaw is clenched. There’s something incredibly arousing about the intent way he’s watching me get myself off.
A rough noise escapes him when I repeat the movement and my wetness seeps into his palm. I’m so turned on I can’t see straight.
“Please,” I whimper, needing more.
“Only good girls get rewarded.”
I hiss when he presses his hand to my clit before removing it.
“You go
I nod. I’ll do anything he wants right now. My body is completely at his mercy.
My cheeks heat as I watch him lick the length of his palm, his eyes burning into me like hot coals. It’s sweet torture the way he proceeds to tease me with his fingers, slowly dipping one in before pulling away.
“Please,” I beg, growing frustrated. “Ple—”
The second his fingers are inside me, my body goes into overdrive. He pumps them vigorously and I arch my hips, meeting him halfway. The soreness from earlier fades to a dull ache as he works me faster.
“That’s it. Ride my fingers.”
Wet sounds fill the room and my head lolls back as the first stirrings of my orgasm hit me. The tip of his thumb swirls against my clit, keeping a steady rhythm as he kisses the column of my throat.
My toes curl, and I begin panting. It feels so good, I can’t speak. I moan against his lips and he flicks my tongue, teasing me. I open my mouth wider, demanding more, and his tongue plunges inside, greedy and urgent as he swallows the cries of my climax, his heart beating like a jackhammer against mine.
I’m still wrapping my head around what transpired between us and why it feels so intense—when he pulls away abruptly.
His expression is stone when he stands up. I’m not sure what I did wrong, but I feel the cold front he’s giving me down to my bones.
He points to a door across the room. “That is your bathroom. One of my servants will bring you something to eat in a little while.” He strides toward the exit. “There are clothes for you in the closet, including a dress for the funeral tomorrow.”
I sit up in bed and glare at him. “I already told you, I’m not g—”
“Yes, you are. I’ll drag you in there kicking and screaming if I have to, but either way, you’re going.”
“Why?” I demand as he turns the doorknob. “Why is it so important for me to attend the funeral of a man I’ve never met before?”
“Because we have a deal.” He gives me a menacing smile as he turns around. “And you better get used to it, little lamb, because you’ll be attending a lot more functions with me in the future.”
I swallow hard as bile works up my esophagus. “No. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
His eyes flash in challenge. “You can…and you will.”
I feel the color drain from my face. The only thing I can do is tell him the truth. “You don’t understand, Damien. I have—I can’t do this. Please—”
“The only reason you think you can’t is because you’ve convinced yourself you can’t. Last night—”
“Last night was different,” I interject. “Last night—”
“Was for him,” he seethes. “But you’re not Cain’s anymore. You’re mine.”
The possession in his tone is absolute.
“You didn’t untie my hands,” I yell when he opens the door.
“Not my problem.”