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Most women are delicate, in need of protection. But only in the physical sense. Emotionally, they are more intelligent, more in tune with the feelings that tend to dominate their lives.
“You need me. Not this fucking job or anything else,” he says. “Now, get in the car before I carry you.”
“Do you want to hurt me?” “Sometimes.” His answer, immediate and honest, steals my breath. I bite my tongue to ground myself, but also to keep from saying anything that’ll provoke him. Maybe I should run, even if he promised he’ll chase me. “Why?” I ask, my whisper barely there. “What did I ever do to you?” “You’ve ruined me, Miss Green.” “Calista. If you’re going to say such things, at least use my name. I think we’re beyond formalities after the events that have transpired tonight.” “I agree, Callie.” I sneak a glance at him. “No one’s ever called me that.” “And no one else ever will.”
Hayden: First of all, language. Second, boundaries don’t exist between us. Third, stop drinking. Calista: *orders another motherfucking drink* Hayden: That better be a glass of motherfucking water. I don’t want you throwing up in my car when I take you home.
Calista: K. Hayden: That type of response is beneath your intelligence, Miss Green. Calista: If she were here with me, I’d redden her ass for that.
He carries me effortlessly across the sidewalk and stops in front of a trash can. “Take them off and throw them away.” “I’m sure they can be repaired.” When he shakes his head, I bite my bottom lip. “They’re the only pair I own. I can’t just get rid of them.” “I’ll replace them ten times over. Throw those shoes away before I lose what little patience I have left. If I would’ve known another man bought them for you, I would’ve burned them long before now.”
“I need to know every second of every day that you’re safe.” He shrugs. “If that means planting a chip in you or tracking your cell phone, I’ll do it.”
“Do you hear yourself? You sound insane.” “If I’m crazy, it’s because of you.” As if he slapped me, I jerk back. “Me?” “Yes, you.”
“It might not be healthy or what’s considered normal.” He releases my chin to slide his hand in my hair, tangling his fingers in the strands to hold me immobile. “But I don’t want normal if it means I can’t have you.”
“I’m fine with that as long as none of it involves another man,” he says. “Unless you want me to threaten his life. I might not have claimed your body, but I’ll be fucked before I let someone else touch you.”
“That’s your room,” I say, by way of explanation. “I know that.” “Don’t you have a guest room?” He nods. “I do, but you won’t be sleeping anywhere unless it’s with me.” “Hayden…”
“Do you hear me, Callie? I’ll never leave you. Not in this life or whatever comes after. You are mine. And I will burn this world to fucking ashes before I let anything take you from me. Or me from you.”
I glare up at him, but it lacks any real heat. “If I give myself to you, you’ll break me into pieces so small I won’t be able to put myself back together or make myself whole.” “I’ll fuse your broken pieces with mine. Together, we’ll be whole, Callie.”
