My heart thuds against my chest as I realize how deadly this situation has suddenly become. I’ve been a fool. What was I thinking trying to get a rise out of Seven of all people?!
As if I’ve lost all reason, I begin struggling against Seven with all my might, but it’s of no use. He’s far too big, far too strong … and he’s got a blade hovering just inches from my skin for crying out loud.
Seven’s eyes grow even darker until they’re nothing but pools of inky black, as if he’s been possessed by something or someone else entirely, and my heart falters in my chest.
Every strange thing I’ve seen over the past few days starts flooding my mind.
Either they’ve been through some kind of secret training or … or maybe they’re all on some new kind of drug? This seems more likely given that they’re literallythemafia.
“What are you?” I ask, though the question isn’t quite what I’d meant to ask.
He doesn’t answer, instead taking advantage of my momentary stillness to grab both my wrists in one hand and pin them above my head. Seven moves to shove a knee between my legs, forcing them apart so that he can reposition himself against me.
“I-I really don’t think Dante would be happy if he saw us right now.”
“Dante can go fuck himself,” Seven growls, slipping the edge of his blade beneath the bottom edge of my underwear, “but I’d much rather fuck you. Fuck the consequences. Besides, you need to know how to handle Valentine, don’t you? Who better than me if you think I’m really like him?”
Consequences?
His knife slices through my underwear in one quick motion before he sheaths it.
“Seven?”
He doesn’t answer as his hand returns to my body. His thumb circling me just long enough to send a wave of frustration and pleasure surging through my body before sliding lower to part me.
“Ready for me already?” he chuckles darkly, pulling his thumb away to watch as it glistens in the light. “Maybe you’d like to try a finger first?”
Think, Evelyn. Are you going to allow him to take you like this? Is this how you want to lose your virginity?
Admittedly, yes, part of me wants to give in, to get it over with so I’m not left wondering or obsessing over it like it’s the only part of my identity that matters … physically, my body wants absolutely nothing more in this moment.
I can’t believe I’m even considering it … what is it about gorgeous men, no matter how psycho they are, that makes you want to lose your senses and just let them have their way with you?
Suddenly a much smaller but much more logical part of my mind pushes through these thirsty thoughts, screaming at me to stop him, or at least try to, whatever the cost.
Do you want this man to possibly father your children?
This idea has me drying up faster than if I were stuck butt-first in the world’s craziest wind tunnel.
“No,” I finally manage to whisper.
“What?”
“No,” I say, this time with much more force. “I don’t want you.”
Seven blinks, his muscles tensing as I feel his fingers tighten around my wrists.
“Of course, you want me.”
“I don’t,” I repeat, even as my physical body aches for him. “I don’t want to have sex with you, Seiko.”
Seiko? Where did that name come from?
Seven releases me, sitting back on his heels as his eyes widen.
“What did you—”
The door suddenly bursts open as Luci enters the room; his hands full of shopping bags that drop to the floor at the sight of us.
“What the actually hell is going on in here?”