His mouth curls up, no shame or guilt to be found. “Well, I never said I was a saint. Or above blackmail. You should get used to it.” “Should I?” “Yes.” There’s no room for argument in his tone. “You’re mine now.” “Just what I’ve always wanted,” I reply sarcastically. “A relationship built on a foundation of blackmail and secrets.” He shrugs, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Well, I think you’ll find there are a lot of benefits to being mine, too.”
