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“Now, we have fun in each others company. And don’t pretend like that’s so hard.” He winks. “I know you want me.”

My jaw drops at his arrogance. “No, I don’t. You may think you’re irresistible, but all you are is arrogant and irritating.”

He steps closer and grabs my chin with his hand. It amazes me how much force he can put on my jaw with his fingers every time, as I feel like he’s going to break it. “Every time I think things are pleasant, you have to go and spoil it, don’t you?”

“Pleasant? None of this will ever be pleasant for me. I’m here against my will and no flirting or brushing it under the carpet will ever change that.”

“We will see, princess. Now shut that pretty mouth.” He releases my chin. “And smile like you mean it.” He takes my arm and leads me around the room, greeting politicians and other corrupt individuals.

Despite everything this man has put me through, I hate the nagging voice in my mind. A part of me that is secretley happy that Cillian took me and saved me from marrying Piero. The connection that was there when we first met hasn’t been severed, it’s still there pulling me into his darkness. I fear that this is the start of an incredibly volatile relationship that will get me hurt if I’m not careful.

18

CILLIAN

I’m so thankful it’s the end of the night and every idiot I invited to my home has gone, meaning it’s time for me to claim what’s rightfully mine—Gwendolyne.

She stands to one side, her arms wrapped around her waist in defense, but nothing can save her now. I intend to devour her, turn her world upside down, and make sure the name Piero is obliterated from her mind.

The look she gives me is one of passionate anger and desire, and I feel it right to my balls.

“Bedtime, princess,” I say, winking at her.

“I’m not tired.”

I tilt my head. “Good, because we aren’t going to be sleeping.” I reduce the distance between us and grab her hips, yanking her toward me.“I’m going to show you what it’s like to die and go to heaven.”

“Hell, more like,” she replies.

“Well, hell can be as fun, princess.” I press my lips to hers softly before murmuring, “Let me show you.”

“Do I have a choice?” she asks, her voice sounding resigned to her fate.

“No, you don’t.” I tilt my head. “But that doesn’t stop you fighting me, baby. I quite like it when you fight, makes me harder.” I grab my crotch and squeeze.

“You are being disgusting.”

“I’m the only one here not resisting my desires,” I say, grabbing her hand and forcing it over my crotch. “Do you feel what you do to me princess?”

Her eyes dilate and she squeezes slightly, her lip trembling. She shakes off her lustfilled stupor and grabs my balls squeezing hard enough to hurt.

I grab her wrist before she can do damage.

“I think you want me to punish you, Gwendolyne. This fighting me only makes sense if you want me to hoist you over my shoulder and carry you into my sex room so I can paddle that beautiful ass of yours.”

Her nostrils flare, but her beautiful emerald eyes betray her as desire overwhelms the anger.

Fuck this.

Grabbing her arm, I lift her over my shoulder and head toward the stairs.

“Put me down,” she protests.

“No, princess, you’re mine now. I’m taking you to the sex room to consummate our marriage.”

She turns stiff as I carry her up the stairs, gripping her tightly with one hand as she half-heartedly tries to fight.

Reaching the top of the staircase, I turn into our bedroom and push through the door nearest the bed frame that leads into the sex room.

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