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I feel I should cry—or feel bad—something or anything to tell me I’m still human, but nothing is there. Only the overwhelming weight of power.

“It’s done,” Adrian says so lowly I almost don’t catch it because the ringing in my ears is overpowering.

Looking at him, I see him hang up his phone, then slide it back in his pocket. “You killed him.”

“You knew I would.”

I open my mouth, trying to think of something to say. “What happens now, then?”

A smirk forms on his lips, and I know exactly what it means. It’s the one that promises humiliation or death, but this time, I’m not scared.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DANICA

When we make it back up to his room, he closes the door behind us and locks it. “Undress.”

Slipping the sleeves of my dress off my shoulders, I let it fall, leaving me completely naked and bare. The adrenaline from what I just witnessed and the thrill of what I know is coming as my skin crawls with anticipation. Maybe now isn’t the time to want Adrian while my brother’s body lies dead below us, but I can’t help it. For once, everything is perfectly twisted and fucked-up by my own account.

I had a decision, and I made it with zero regrets. The man standing in front of me is the one I chose and will continue to choose over and over again.

His eyes stay locked on mine as he starts to remove his clothes too. First, he removes his suit jacket and throws it to the floor. Once it’s gone, he flicks every button of his shirt open slowly, revealing his perfectly chiseled abs, then he unbuckles his belt and slides it from its loops.

Slipping his shirt off, he discards it to the floor with his jacket. Before pushing his pants down and stepping out of them, he pulls the necklace from its pocket with the vial of my blood hanging from the end. “I can’t give you love, Danica, so don’t expect it.”

Watching him move his boxers and pants down his thighs, I suck in a breath. “I don’t.”

He stands in front of me, chest moving in a steady rhythm, dick hanging gloriously between his legs, and studies me. Words are spoken in the silence with our eyes. Mine tells him I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, as his tells me he doesn’t want me to. It’s a dangerous dance for us both, one we don’t want to stop and one we won’t voice out loud. It’s foreign, neither of us knowing the steps, but that doesn’t stop us from swirling.

Breaking our stare, he walks to where the container of rice and knife were abandoned days ago and picks up the blade. “The only thing I can give you is my word,” he starts.

I push my hair behind my shoulders, ready to let him cut me again as a way to thank him for setting me free. Leaning my head back slightly, I offer him the spot I know he likes.

Grabbing my hand, he places the knife in it. “I’ll give you pleasure and pain, but I’ll let you give it to me too.”

Why he’s so cold and distant and only willing to give me his body, I don’t know, but it’s a question for another time. Because right now he’s giving me more than he thinks. I may not have his heart, but I have his power. With him by my side, the world is at my fingertips.

With his hand wrapped around mine, he brings the blade to his chest. Slowly, he slides it across his skin. “This is an oath. A way to give you a piece of me that isn’t my heart. I don’t love Danica,” he repeats. “But I do bleed.” Dropping his hand from mine, he pops the top of the vial and holds it under where I have the knife positioned.

My heart rate skyrockets at the sight of his blood mingling and mixing with mine. The vial is a representation of the shit we won’t admit. We’re one.

Once it’s full, he replaces the cork, then slides the thin silver chain over my neck. “This lets the world know you’re mine. Mine to taunt.” He grips my hair and pulls. “Mine to tease.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “And mine to fuck.” Then he pushes me back, sending my body falling onto the bed. “And don’t think for a second this changes anything between us. I’ll do what I want, when I want, and I expect you to listen. Understand?”

I smile as he crawls over me. He thinks this doesn’t change anything, but it does. “Yes.”

“Good.”

Sliding his body down mine, he settles himself between my legs. Jutting his tongue out, he licks my slit before diving it inside of me. Complete euphoria slams into me. Stars dance behind my eyelids, and screams threaten to come free as he licks, and sucks, and laps. My legs shake, and my knees start to close.

Placing his hands on the inside of my thighs, he pushes them open further, spreading me completely open. “Don’t fucking move.”

I hear his words, but my brain won’t register them. Although we may be at a new level, that doesn’t mean I’m going to just lie down and take it. Back talking is too much fun. “Is it so hard to just fuck me nicely for once?”

Raising his head, he positions his eyes on mine. “That’s not what you want.”

“How would you know? You’ve never tried it.”

He lets out a laugh before standing up. Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, then forces me to stand too. “I know because your pussy tells me.”

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