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I wanted answers.

I wanted control.

I wanted him to suffer the way I was suffering.

But most of all…

I still wantedhim.

I placed the gun back on the table with a trembling hand.

And then, without a word, I turned and walked to the bedroom like he told me to.

Because tonight wasn’t about justice.

It was about power.

And neither of us were ready to give it up.

Chapter 46

ALLURE

My legs gave out the second I crossed the threshold. I sank onto the edge of his king-sized bed, the silk sheets cool against my burning skin. The room smelled like him. I could hear his footsteps behind me, slow and measured, like a predator who knew his prey had nowhere left to run.

The door clicked shut.

"You pointed my gun at me," he said, voice low enough to rattle my bones.

I didn't turn around. Couldn't. My hands gripped the sheets so tight my knuckles were bursting through.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

That command. That tone. It shouldn't have made heat pool between my thighs, but it did. Everything about this man was wrong for me. He'd taken my father from me. And still, my body betrayed me with every breath.

I turned slowly, meeting those dark eyes that held no mercy.

"You wanted to kill me," he continued, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. "But you couldn't. You know why?"

I lifted my chin, defiant even as my pulse hammered. "Because I'm not like you."

He laughed—a dark, rich sound that made my stomach flip. "Nah, baby. Because you need me. Your body needs me. Even when your mind is screaming no."

"You're wrong."

"Am I?"

He was in front of me now, shirt hanging open, revealing the intricate tattoos that mapped his chest like battle scars. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb pressing against my bottom lip.

"Your brother told you I killed your pops, and what did you do? You came to my room. You obeyed me." His grip tightened. "You know what that makes you?"

I jerked my face away, but he caught me, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling until my neck arched back.

"Mine," he growled. "It makes you mine."

"I hate you."

"Good." He pushed me back onto the bed, crawling over me like darkness itself. "Hate me all you want. But your body? Your body loves me."

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