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When I let go of her, she gasps for air, leaning forward with her hands on her thighs. “You’re a fucking monster.”

“Yes.” I crouch to her level. “I have tattoos older than you, Natalie, so it would be wise for you to sit your ass down on the sofa and listen to me.”

The glare she gave me would make weaker men run in the opposite direction. But her attitude and fury only turn me on. I want her even more. She’s like a fucking siren, and I'd willingly wade into the darkest waters to touch her, to have her again.

This woman will be my undoing.

Her whole body is tense as she sits down, coiled tight like a snake that could strike at any moment.

I would like to see her try.

Things might have turned out differently for her family if she had been older then. Though her brothers might not have been able to fend me off, but the fire in her eyes tells me that she would have done everything in her power to kill me first.

My cock swells when I think of how she would fight me before finally begging for my touch, as she did before.

She likes the passion between us. I saw it the night I fucked her. She pushed when I pulled and played cat and mouse until she was putty in my hands. Even now, I saw the flash of lust in her eyes as my hand was around her throat.

I’m not going to fuck her again until she’s begging for it and desperate for me, soaking wet and wanting nothing more than to have my cock buried inside her.

Until then, she will learn that I am in control here.

As I stand before her, she looks around the sunroom. She looks back and forth between me and the garden. For a moment, I think she will get up and throw herself out of the window. After the show she put on upstairs, I wouldn’t put it past her. She reminds me of a wild horse that needs to be tamed, but I will be the only one to rein her in.

“Stop thinking about running away, Natalie. It may not look like it, but the fences behind the trees are too high for you to climb over. There's barbed wire at the top. There’s no escape here unless I’m the one who gets you off the property.”

“You could just let me go,” she says, wrapping her arms around her body as if she’s sulking.

“Oh, no. I can’t do that.” I sit on the table's edge in front of her, my knees brushing against hers.

Her eyes challenge mine for a moment too long, and her cheeks flush before she looks away. Her mind may fight her, but her body betrays her. She still wants me. She craves my touch, and I can work with that.

“All these years, I was the one who kept you alive. I was the one who made sure you could live with a good woman. I was the one who made sure she always had the money she needed to take care of you.” My voice was calmer than I thought.

“You took everything from me and sent me to the other side of the world.” The bitterness in her voice pierces my heart like needles, but I keep my composure and ignore it.

“If I hadn’t done it, someone would have killed you.” I slowly trace my finger over her thigh. “You think I’m horrible, Natalie, but you haven’t seen the rest of my family. They make me look like a fucking angel.”

She scoffs and shifts away from me. “Maybe I'd be better off dead, then I wouldn’t have to deal with you.”

“If you want to die, just say the word.”

Her full lips press into a thin line, and I can almost hear her brain ticking. Although she talks as if she were willing to do anything to avoid me, people value their own lives greatly. She doesn’t want to die, even if she says she’d be better off that way.

I wait for her to say something else, but she doesn’t.

“Good, that’s what I thought.” I lean forward and rest my forearms on my thighs. “After all the work I've put in over the years to keep you alive and safe, you owe me, I'd say. You're mine, and I'll do what I want with you.”

Her eyes are glassy and there is a slight quiver in her voice. “Why?”

Because I can’t get you out of my head the way you pleased me.

I want to devour every inch of you, body and soul until I no longer know where mine ends and yours begins.

Shrugging, I give her a smug smile that I know will infuriate her. “You were a good fuck.”

Chapter 16 - Natalie

You were a good fuck.

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