Page 23 of Die For Me

“Call Jack.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Tell him where we are. Show me what you’ll do to him.”

Michael hesitated before furrowing his brows at me. “You really think I’ll tell him where we are? When he’s gotten the fucking police involved?”

“Threaten him. Threaten my life,” I answered back confidently. “He won’t risk it. I’m betting he’s already on his way to Greenwich, all by himself.”

Would Michael take the bait?

He shook his head at me, like he disapproved. Then he jumped off me and grabbed his phone, tapping the screen a few times before putting it to his ear.

“I’m sending you the address of where we are. If you bring the police, I swear to god I’ll kill her.” His voice was so sinister and deep, his Irish accent making it somehow more frightening.

Michael lowered his phone from his ear and began typing—I assumed our current address.

“Why here, Michael?” I asked, still lying on the bed, sick to my stomach with fear.

He stopped typing to look up from his phone and glare at me.

“Just because I told you I love you doesn’t give you the right to call me by my name. Do you want to try that again, Hana?”

I rolled my eyes. I used his name just a few minutes ago and he didn’t even flinch. But I suddenly realized what a grave mistake I had made when Michael gently set down his phone and walked over to me, eyeing the rope that still lay on the desk beside the bed.

“I’m sorry. Sir,” I corrected myself.

If my plan was going to work, I needed to be his good girl.

“Oh, how I’ve dreamed of all the ways I could punish you, Hana.” Michael smiled down at me.

My heart began to race with a mixture of fear and desire.

“Please, sir. Can you wait to punish me until Jack gets here?”

Something glimmered quickly in his eye.

“Why do youreallywant him here, Hana? You’re in love with him…so why would you want me to hurt him?” He hovered over me, his muscular arms on either side of me and a vein popping out of his temple.

I put my hand to Michael’s face before I whispered, “Whoever wins this fight gets to keep me.”

Hana

Does he buy it?

Michael tilted his head to the side, eyeing me suspiciously. “You want us to fight each other?” he asked, still hovering over me.

“Yes.” I nodded, purposefully biting my lip.

Does that still work on him?

“Have you really gone mad, Hana?”

He finally stood, backing away from me and then crossing his arms. I sat up on the bed and watched as he surveyed me; he still seemed amused by me. And he was still aroused—I could tell from his hard dick underneath his jeans.

“Think about it, Michael—sir. This is the only way I have the power to decidehowmy fate will end up. You two just need to fight it out.”

I was making this up as I went. What I really needed was just one minute alone and my plan would work.

Michael still eyed me, putting his hand up to his beard and scratching it; I knew that was a nervous tick of his. I was getting to him.

“And what if the person who wins this fight isn’t the father of your child?” he finally asked, his eyes all of a sudden nervous.

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