She shouldn’t have left—she should have been more careful. What was the point of any of this if Cyrus turned around and killed her mom while Etta was centuries and continents away from protecting her?
The standoff lasted a few heavy seconds.Instead of rising to leave, Mr. Prest reclined comfortably on the settee. The squeak of expensive leather acted as a chorus bar on the appalling music still raining. I’m not leaving. Not yet.
What? Does he have a death wish?I caught movement between Master A’s legs as Mr. Prest raised his arm, pointing at me. What happened to her?What the fuck do you mean, what happened to her? Master A crossed his arms, not returning the penny or stepping away. She’s none of your concern.
I froze as Mr. Prest’s accusing finger dropped to my broken, badly bandaged hand. How did she do that?An odd bubble of laughter tickled my insides.
Why did he insist on nettling my owner? He didn’t care about me. It was all an act to rile Master A and somehow get better terms for whatever deal they’d struck.
She did it to herself. Master A planted his legs wider in a threat. Don’t worry yourself over a small accident. Worry yourself over delivering my yacht on fucking time.My skin crawled and heated, utterly confused if it should find some margin of joy from being touched or throw up at being held.
I came here tonight wanting to fuck you. But I see now that I’ve got all I can out of Alrik. I won’t screw you over too because as idiotic as it sounds, I feel something. I don’t understand it, and it doesn’t make a fucking difference, but there is something between us.Holding his palm away from my hip, he hovered a few millimetres from connecting. The longer he hovered there, the deeper the tingle from my flesh to his became.
Feel that? His eyes captured mine. Because I do. And it makes me so fucking mad because I can’t seem to resist you. His hand clamped onto my side again, dragging me into the prison of his spread legs. The moment I saw you and knew what you were, I wanted you. I don’t care that you’re locked here against your will. I don’t care that I should do the right thing and free you. His fingers dug harder. Know why?Because you’re just like them.