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Goddamn it, it worked.

We cross the threshold of the bedroom when she finally meets my gaze in the reflection of the dresser mirror.

“Was there a point you were trying to make?”

“Why are you making such a big deal?” she scoffs. “It’s a drop in the bucket for you.”

“I think you wanted to make me mad,” I counter, sauntering closer. “Like I made you. Your silent treatment doesn’t work on me.” When I’m right behind her, I fist her hair and yank, exposing her vulnerable neck. “Nothing you do will make me push you away.”

She licks her lips and whispers, “Don’t be so sure.”

“Every time you rebel, it cements my vow to keep you harder.”

Chapter Sixty

Rosalie

“Then I’ll keep pushing you.”

If he’s intent on making me his downfall, then I’ll make sure he never gets back up.

I thought his threats were just that… an in-the-heat-of-the-moment threat, driven by his need to claim. However, every time he says them… I feel their realness in my bones.

He’s trapping me with his words.

The intensity of his warm gaze.

The attention. The protectiveness. The wickedness.

And I’m becoming his willing victim.

It’s Adam trapping and tempting Eve.

“How?” His tone is raw and guttural. “By flirting with other men? Letting them touch you?”

“The idea has appeal.”

“Until when?”

“Until it goes through your head that you may own my body, but you’ll never own my heart,” I promise with finality.

Lips curling in a snarl, he pushes me against the dresser in a flash. His nostrils flaring and eyes frenzied with jealousy, lust, anger, and an emotion that makes me afraid as much as it makes my toes curl… Possessiveness.

Hate.

That’s all we’re supposed to feel for each other.

Fingers circle my throat and tilt my head back so I’m held hostage by his fiery eyes.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Reminding you that when it comes to you, I’m an unstoppable beast,” he growls. “You’re battling a war you don’t stand a chance of winning. Let me also make one thing clear. No man gets to touch you but me.”

My lips curl and I defiantly retort, “No. I decide who gets to touch me, not you. You can dictate the world around you, never me.”

“Don’t test me, Rose.”

“Or what? What gives you the right to control me?”

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