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His quiet, powerful presence was attractive in a way I’d never experienced before. I hated when people felt the need to flaunt how powerful they were. Those with true power didn’t need to prove it, rather relying on effortless confidence to convey the certainty they felt, knowing with certainty that they could handle anything that came their way.
There was just something about a man in a suit…The quiet confidence he exuded only made me want to rip the suit off, but only after I’d properly stared enough to create a mental picture.
I sat down, steadfastly refusing to look at the gorgeous man who riled me faster than anyone I’d met before.
He wasn’t quick enough to hide the spark of intrigue I saw in his eyes, though.
I saw her face for the first time without a guard up.
I’d felt a pull toward her I’d never experienced before. There was something damaged within her, something beyond repair. It practically oozed from her as our gazes met for the first time in Estrid’s office. I wanted to pull her into my embrace then and promise to protect her from the world, but the most intriguing part of her was that I could tell without a doubt that she didn’t want someone else to protect her. No, she was a fighter.
I had to figure out how to get a fucking grip on myself when I was around her. The desire for her was unacceptable on so many levels.
I’d wanted to fall into his arms and allow myself to be comforted by him as I let go of all my grief and anger. I wanted to be held and reassured that everything would be okay.
The tension between us was palpable, and I found myself wondering whether I was the only one thinking how explosive it would be if we let the tension transfer to a more intimate moment.
Maybe that was why, deep down, I loved the power struggle between Lincoln and myself. It felt forbidden and dangerous in a way that only made me want it more. I wanted to be burned by it. The rush of the hate and adrenaline from our encounters felt like a life preserver, keeping me afloat and feeling anything at all when it would be all too easy to go completely numb instead.
The promise of threatening energy crackled in the space between us.
“And what makes you think I’d ever choose the easy way, Spitfire? Why bother when the hard way is so much more fun?”
But then he set me on my feet just outside of the doors and gripped my chin tightly. “Be a good girl, okay?” All the reasons I couldn’t cross that line with him went out the window with those five words. Fuck, why did being called a good girl do it for me?
It was always the guys with daddy issues that needed the biggest slap of reality. I’d enjoy providing that for him.
What the hell was going on between us? It was deliciously intoxicating, whatever it was. I wanted to drown in it, using it to keep my mind occupied in those brief seconds my memories threatened to resurface.
Do you want me to say that I want to rip the eyes out of anyone else who might’ve walked in and seen you this morning?”
“Because those are the people who tell their demons to go fuck themselves and persevere. Nothing and no one will get in their way of achieving what they have set their mind to.”
When he stroked my cheek as he brushed my hair behind my ear and called me baby girl, my knees had gone a little weak. It wasn’t because of the nickname or gesture, but for the depth of emotion I’d seen lurking in his green eyes as he’d done it.
“It’s only fair that if you make my life hell, I get to return the favor. Sounds fair, right, Sir?”
His lips thinned as he growled and moved his hand from my chin to the nape of my neck before slipping his fingers into my hair and yanking my head back. I let out a hiss of pain but secretly loved the feeling of it.
It’s why I want to pin you on your back and sink my cock into you, Princess. You’re wild and untamed. You are unashamedly you. You would never be able to hide who you are, and it was best for it to come out on our terms.”
It left no room for anyone else to question whether he was claiming me, but not in a suffocating way that was domineering toward me. It was a simple move that spoke volumes.
I never realized how delicious hatred could be until now.
It was so much better than my imagination had conjured, and all logic flew out the window.
I snapped, giving into my carnal urges and letting go of the last semblance of control I had over the rigid tension I’d carried around her at all times.
“I don’t know the ending to our story yet. All I know is that for this chapter, I want you on your fucking knees, Princess.”
“I’m asking you to make me forget about the rest of the world while it’s just you and me in these four walls.”
the cold edge of the knife I kept in a pocket at all times was pressed to her throat.
she wasn’t truly submitting to me. She was allowing me to have the power, entrusting me to take care of her needs and ensure her safety through it, all while maintaining a solid hold on her own agency.
Dropping to a crouch, I ripped the front of her blazer open with my knife in a succinct move, causing buttons to fly in every direction and leaving her in nothing but a black, lace bra.
I flipped it sideways and tore the knife down and out, cutting the middle of her bra open and exposing her
Maybe we could go up in fucking flames together, forgetting about our pasts in this moment of solitude.
That single sound unraveled me entirely. I couldn’t be gentle with her.
She began struggling, and I ran an affectionate hand through her hair before fisting it and instructing, “Breathe through your nose, Princess. That’s so good.”
With a frustrated growl at the offending material being in the way of my meal,
please let me prove to you that it can change.”
Fates, don’t let me fuck this up. I knew she wouldn’t give me another chance if I did, and I didn’t want to try living without her again.
You’ve ensnared me,
“Fated mates can never kill each other, Alina,” he breathed out.
