“Yes, you’re mine! I thought I made that perfectly fucking clear.”
“I’m nobody’s, least of all yours!”
My body shakes from the adrenaline I’m feeling. Without thinking I grab her and push her against the wall. My lips crash down on hers, needing her to fucking know she’s mine.
“Mine!” I cry as she fights me off from her lips. She tastes as delicious as I remember, even though she betrayed me, my cock doesn’t understand. He still wants her. I still want her.
But I can’t have her. Not after she hurt me, again.
“I don’t belong to any man. Let me go!”
“No, you’re wrong. You belong to me. You had a choice, and you bet your life, all for a chance at getting answers from me. You lost, now live with it. You’re mine.”
“You fucking bastard. You don’t want me; you just don’t want anyone else to have me. You won’t even let me go free.”
“No.”
“Who cares that I fucked him? Who cares that I gave him the ring? You don’t care about me. You don’t love me. Why does it matter?”
“Because you are mine.”
I release her. I won’t hurt her. Even though I want to. I won’t touch her.
She betrayed me. Gutted me. She got in bed and spread her legs for a man I hate. Just to win a game. And then she stabbed me in the heart by giving him the ring. A ring I willingly gave her to protect her.
Unacceptable.
&nb
sp; I will make her pay for what she did.
She wants her freedom from me. She will get it. But she will never truly be free. I’ll make sure of that.
She hates being here; I’ll make her wish she never begged me to let her free.
“Go,” I say to her. “Shower, get rid of any remnants of Milo. Then I will let you know what your punishment is.”
She doesn’t fight me; she just leaves. But I doubt she will shower. She won’t do anything to make me happy. Nothing to show I have any power over her.
She thinks I’m the devil. I’ll show her how evil I can be. I’ll get my reputation back. And I’ll retain my name—Black. Because she can’t fight for the name if she isn’t here to fight for it.
I pick up the phone and dial the number as a plan forms in my head.
I’ve been beyond nice to her.
I protected her.
I gave her everything she could ever want.
I even helped her in that bathroom by getting over her fear of being on that yacht.
And this is how she repays me—with her betrayal.
No more.
She thinks I’m the devil, so I will be. I’ll release the man inside me my father spent years trying to cultivate. But once I release him, I can never go back. I’ll grant her reprieve from me, but she won’t ever be free. Because she will never stop thinking about me.
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