Page 47 of Endgame
Hate must have bled from his gray eyes. Same hate he’d always aimed at me and my parents.
That intensity had made me wet between my legs. Every year without exception.
The need to see, rather than just feel, the weight of his gaze was a pressure in my chest. Too big to be contained inside my body.
He’d never approached me.
What difference would it have made if I’d turned around to stare back at him?
None.
Or so I believed when I spun to meet his stare.
Our eyes clashed. Locked.
The air drained out of the room.
It hurt everywhere, the fury and maybe-lust that he unleashed on me.
The dark magic was broken when Stafford walked up to him.
Everett turned away from me.
Leaving me alone. Again.
I might have been disappointed back then.
Now, my bones tremble with fear. He won’t ever turn from me.
I’m bound to this man. Forever subjected to his wrath. His sick desires.
While I’ve been trying to regain control of my breath, he’s moved in front of me. To where I can see him.
Every ounce of his razor-sharp attention cuts straight through me. I have to swallow a scream. Have to catch myself before clenching my thighs. He’ll see it, even if the bubbles cover most of my body.
I can’t let him.
He can never find out that I’mthisclose to breaking down and just letting him have his way with me.
He’s the devil. A very attractive, tempting devil.
Gray slacks fall over lean thighs. The sleeves of his white dress shirt are rolled up over muscular forearms. Tattoos I’ve never seen before. Initials, vines, and roses are etched over accentuated veins and muscles.
My God, and his hand, his long, elegant fingers, it’s hard to look away.
Only until he clears his throat, reminding me of what those fingers did to me.
They were on me after he’d knocked me out. They put the butt plug in my ass. Pressed the button to send electricity through my body.
“What’s the matter, future hubby?” My voice is choked out as I return my gaze to his face.
My two captives remain locked in my unrelenting grip. “Pissed that you can’t zap me to death?”
He raises an eyebrow, completing the hot jerk look he has going on.
I won’t be intimidated by him. I won’t get wet for him either.
“I have other ways to hurt you.” He crosses his arms over his chest.
