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I want to give myself over to him. I want to fall into the submission, to give him what he wants and soar on the feelings.

He nips my lower lip, and I moan in response, dragging my pelvis along his.

“How the fuck…” Knives murmurs, but he cuts himself off and deepens the kiss. He drives his tongue into my mouth, completely dominating me with this kiss alone.

I don’t dwell on what he might’ve been trying to say, on what he might still say. I’ve heard it all before, after all; it doesn’t fucking matter what he spits at me in anger or loathing.

It only matters that he comes to me again and again, taking and taking, and I…

I need to stop this before it bites me in the ass again.

I shove him back, forcing anger into my voice when I snap, “I told you not to fucking touch me.”

Knives is a solid person, but I’m no slouch. He stumbles back a few steps, his eyes widening in surprise. Then his expression morphs into a nasty sneer. “Fine. Don’t be fucking late tomorrow.”

He turns and leaves, his hands balled up into fists.

I wish I was happier to watch him leave.

EIGHT

KNIVES

My phone dings with a new text. I’m in a foul enough mood that I’m tempted to ignore it and keep staring out the car window, but there’s always a chance it’s work-related.

Just suck it up, Lily’s text says.

I glower at it. I’d sent my text informing her about the “road trip” last night. She’d waited to respond until she knew I’d already be on the move.

Silvano has to be a fucking sadist. He definitely knows Maddox and I don’t get along, so I don’t believe any of his reasons about why we need to be working together.

He just wants to see me suffer.

I let my eyes focus on the reflections in the window—on Maddox, driving down I-95 at a very legal speed.

It’s absolute hell.

“You don’t have to drive like a granny,” I mutter, not looking at him. “Actually, I think I saw a few grannies passing us.”

“I’m going ten miles over the speed limit,” he points out. “That’s pushing it enough.” He flashes a smug smirk at me. “Just wait until we’re on our way back. Then I’ll only go five.”

“Jesus. Pull over and let me drive.” At least if I’m driving, I’ll have something to keep me occupied.

“Nope,” Maddox says, popping the ‘p.’ “We already rock-paper-scissored for it. I won. I don’t want to deal with your crazy fucking driving the whole way to New Valence. You’d get us pulled over for sure. Then what? Tell Silvano you were too reckless to do the job right?” he taunts.

Yeah, right. We’re both already on thin ice—especially after we’d interrupted whatever the fuck Kyran and Silvano were doing last night.

Maybe this is punishment for that. We cockblocked them, so we have to suffer.

They shouldn’t have been fucking during “work” hours anyway. …Although I don’t have much of a leg to stand on, given how often I’ve fucked Maddox in the mansion.

“Just don’t drive so slow it takes us an entire extra day to get there,” I say.

“What would you like me to do?” he retorts. “Go ninety? A hundred? Be part of a merry car chase?”

I flip him off and close my eyes to try to nap, but it’s not happening. I’m hyper aware of Maddox right there, breathing just within arm’s reach.

The radio station gets fuzzy for a while, until we hit the point where it reaches the range for the next station. A familiar rock song starts up.

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