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“I think we both know who owns you, Kitten, and it sure as fuck isn’t him.”

Inching my hand toward his on impulse, I hook my fingers over it. “I’m yours.”

I ache for you.

“I want anything you’re willing to give me. I’ll do anything you want.”

Chapter 110

Eli

A couple of months ago, those words would have given me license to really fuck with her. Now the desperation in her voice has me clenching my jaw to stop myself from grinding my teeth.

“Anything?”

Her fingers tighten on mine, and she slides off the coffin to lean against me.

“Tell me what you want. Do you want me on my knees?” She drops to the ground and tips her head back.

“Stand up, Kitten.”

There’s a recklessness about her tonight, and I know it’s because of what happened today.

“Tell me what to do, Sin,” she pleads.

“I did. Stand up.” Pulling her to her feet, I cup her face between my palms. “What are you doing?”

“I’m ready to go further. I want more.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.” She reaches out with her hands, and I evade her touch, taking a step back.

“In the middle of a cemetery, on the dirty ground?”

“Anywhere.”

“No.”

“But—”

“I said no. I told you that you’re not like them. You’re worth more than a quick fuck in the dark.”

“You don’t want me.” Her voice trembles.

“That isn’t what I said.”

“But it’s what you mean. You’ve barely spoken to me for the past week. No matter what I did, what I sent to you, you wouldn’t meet me.”

“Kitten—”

“What did I do wrong?” She’s not listening to me, her voice rising. “Why don’t you want me anymore? Am I boring you?”

“Arabella!” I snap her name, forgetting to keep my voice pitched low. I’ve been careful to avoid using her name, to always keep my voice at a whisper.

Fuck. Did she recognize me?

I catch her hands in mine and soften my voice. “It’s been a long day. You’re not thinking clearly. Go to bed. Sleep. I’ll see you before the school closes for Thanksgiving.”

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