Page 42 of Little Blue

With all the hatred I can muster, I demand, “Give me back my clothes.”

“If you come to bed in anything but my shirt, I’ll tear it from your body, Little Blue.” His eyes lock on mine as I heave deep, angry breaths. “And then I’ll ravish you. Every. Inch. Of. You.”

Every. Inch. Of. Me. Heats.

Incensed by his words, and the response my body has to them, I snap, “Get out.”

“Do you understand, Irelynn?”

“I fucking hate you.”

His expression doesn’t change. Lunatic.

“Do you understand?”

I clench my jaw as I turn my head to the side, refusing to look at him. But the asshole just grips me by the chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Still, I’m pissed off enough to rip it from his grasp. His response is borderline violent as his hand snaps to the back of my head, collecting my hair in one of his big fists.

Yanking back on it, he forces my head back. My eyes burn and my heart riots as my body begins to tremble—but he has my eyes.

Somehow, in all our exchanges, the monster always seems to get what he wants. “Do you understand?”

I hiss. “Yes.”

He steps into me, his hips pressing into mine until I’m stepping back. When the lip of the vanity presses into my back, he keeps moving in until he’s pressing into me and towering over me. His scent surrounds me. His warmth threatens to devour me. His eyes are impossibly hungry on my lips.

God, I think he’s going to kiss me.

My core clenches.

Please, please don’t…

Wet heat pools between my legs, a horrifying response to a craving I’ll never succumb to.

No. I don’t want this.

It has to be the drink. And that had to have been a double. A triple, even.

Damn Daniil!

I don’t want this…

My stupid body has other ideas, though, when it comes to this monster.

He dips his head, breath washing over my lips. A shudder rolls through my body. A warning to the quake that threatens to split me in two. To divide me body and soul. Lost to desire and loathing for a man who stole me.

I whimper.

His eyes snap up to mine.

He curses again, low. He releases my hair from the twist of his punishing fist. “Take a shower, Little Blue.”

He steps back from me, and then he’s gone.

My knees have turned to jelly. It’s all I can do to push myself from the vanity to cross the space to the door. I lock it.

He left with my jammies. Neanderthal.

My heart sinks.

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