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“Who do you belong to?”
“Who do you belong to?”
“To you,”
He was in complete control of me. He knew it, and he’d just proved it.
Whether it was lust or anger or fear, I needed to shut down. I needed to bore him. If I didn’t, we’d both let loose. And then…it would be war.
Such a fucking brat. “So, you’ve never talked to her, then?” I pressed. I wanted her to be jealous.
“I am important,” I whispered to myself.
Hooding his eyes, he walked around me, toward the hallway. “We’re all out.”
“Although she’s not my sister.”
I wanted him to catch me.
“No matter how you cover yourself, it’s never enough. You’re beautiful.”
And then the voice said, “Have you fucked her yet?”
I would do anything for his son. I have done anything for his son. I killed for him, and last year he turned around and nearly killed me.
Yes. I love him so much. More than I’ll ever love anyone. She did open her heart, it seemed, but it was only for him.
I want to see it. How far will you go for him?” I bared my teeth, seething. “Beg!”
She wanted me.
“I belong to him.” She moaned, letting her head fall back. “I’ll never be yours. I hate you.”
The little Torrance slut was all mine for however long she kept her legs spread.
When I let myself crave those stolen kisses and his eyes on me; imagining him wanting things a man wanted from a woman and wanting them from me.
Until all I felt like was a toy built for him to get off, and in the moment, I didn’t have one damn problem with that. I loved that he saw me like this. Loved that he wanted this from me.
Something’s gotta give. How much pain could he take before he broke? How long until nothing was enough to appease him?
People will think what they want to think, not because they believe they are right, but because it’s in their nature to maintain that they are. By defending yourself, you feed the appetite for drama. By not, you’ve ended the conversation. You. Not them.
“Nah. That’s nice and sweet. Something I’ll do to the new little wife,” he taunted. “My toys get a little more wear and tear.”
My attachment to Kai was growing, and every moment he and I were in the same room and he wasn’t touching me made me long for him more.
And I had every reason to hate her.
“He’s going to die,” he spat out. He. Kai? “Not because he betrayed me, but because you did,” he explained. “This will be all your fault.”
“I’ll never behave for you.” “Is that so?”
“You make me feel driven. You make me hungry and on fire and wanting to slow down time instead of wanting to rush through it. It’s you I look for when I walk in the doors in the morning. Not her. You.”
You were made for me, and I want you in my bed tonight.”
But holy shit, my mom would kill me if she knew what I’d just done and where. I didn’t really care, though. This was me, and this is what we do.
When I didn’t want to say ‘yes’. When I wasn’t falling in love.
“I love you guys,” Michael said, “but are you fucking dense? You’re my friends. She is everything. Maybe someday you’ll know what the fuck I’m talking about.”
“Well, good. Happy to hear it, because I’m the only man whose attention you should be trying to get, and baby, you got it years ago while wearing another man’s clothes.” He kissed my temple, his hot breath sending chills down my spine. “So, you can imagine how fucking beautiful you are to me right now wearing mine.”
“Rika is my earliest memory, and I’ve loved her forever. The sun rises with her. It always has. And everything we do, we do together. Everything.”
She shook her head, giving me a half-smile. Walking up, she said, “I’m not a threat to you, okay? I love Kai, but I’m not a threat to you.”
Why shouldn’t I have her once?” “You’re out of your mind?” Kai pushed in, inching into Michael’s space. “I don’t share.”
Reaching out, Rika took my hand and gently pulled me over to her. “It means, if Kai got to have me, so does she.” And then she looked at Michael. “What? Fair’s fair, right?”
She kissed me, and I placed my hands on her hips, kissing her back. What the fuck was I doing?
I loved him watching me. Loved him seeing me feel pleasure.
He gripped my hips and breathed in my ear. “I like you, little one.” I smiled, hating that stupid nickname as much as when he called me Kid. “I like you, too.” I love you.
“Damon eats pain,” I told her. “He will find some way to take it and twist it and fit it down his throat, so he can swallow it. He’s made of it. You all can endure it until you overcome it, but Damon…he wants to be in hell.”
His eyes flashed to me, I heard Banks suck in a breath, and goddamn, I nearly smiled.
Instinct told me to take her out of here right now. Take her home, and make sure she never had to hear anything like that again.
I hoped my black dress made a statement. The bodice was charcoal and tight, leaving my shoulders and arms completely bare, while the white tulle was full around the bottom with a sheer black overlay.
“Oh, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to wear gowns, married to me,” he assured. “I plan on making this marriage as torturous as possible for you.” But I shot back, tipping my chin up. “Go for it while you can. I’ll be a widow soon, I’m sure.”
How perfect my world would’ve been if I could’ve swallowed my pride and told her I loved her and she let me hold her.
I saw her swallow as she stared at her lap. “I want you,” I told her again. “And I don’t care what your name is, and I don’t care who your parents are or how much money you have or don’t have. I just want you, upstairs, and dressed in nothing but my sheets.”
“So, you do like me then?” I smiled at her joke. Little shit. “Yeah,” I told her. “I like you a lot.” A lot.
“Devil’s Night. All of us. His friends. It’s his favorite time,” I mumbled.
Kai grabbed me, wrapping his arms around my torso, under my arms, and lifting me up. “I love you,” he whispered against my lips as he backed us away from the others. “And he can send me to prison again for a very long time. I’m not letting that happen now that I’ve found you. Please.”
