Page 72 of Brutal Prince

“Do what?”

“Shoot my father.” The words rolled out of my mouth and once they fell there was no going back. I was well aware that I’d deliberately put myself into a dangerous situation and the only help I had were the girls waiting in the car outside.

He barely flinched as he took another sip of wine, biding his time. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but your father was a very bad man.”

“That’s a lie.”

He chuckled, relaxing into the couch. “Do you play chess?”

“No. And why are you changing the subject?”

“Because it doesn’t matter what I say you won’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

A confession is all they needed to arrest him. But it was not the confession they wanted. It was the confession I needed. I saw him shoot my father, yet I needed to hear it from his lips. I needed him to feel guilt or remorse even. However, I doubted that he was capable of such emotions.

He sighed as his hand found my thigh, firmly resting it there as a warning or perhaps another reason. I wasn’t sure. “How well do you know your father, Cattus?”

“I know that he was hard working, dedicated to his job and a loving father and husband.”

He snorted. “Sounds rehearsed, which means you don’t really know him at all.”

“And you do?”

His hand moves slowly up my thigh halting an inch away from my core. I stifled my reaction to his touch. I needed to focus. “Tell me then. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

“Let’s just say he was doing things he shouldn’t.”

“Give me an example.”

He sneered darkly and I almost shuddered at the sound. But I was proud of myself for keeping my composure. Head up, straight back and avoid eating and drinking anything. Damn it, I broke that rule.

“You’re not going to like what I say. Perhaps it’s healthier for you have your idealistic view of your janitor father, rather than the truth.” He deliberately slurred on the word ‘janitor’, which annoyed the living crap out of me.

“A janitor is a perfectly respectable profession,” I bit, pushing his hand off my thigh. “Just because he didn’t go to college it doesn’t make him any less important than your pompous father.”

He tipped his head back and laughed. “Cattus, you’re a laugh a minute. I hardly need to prove my father’s worth to you. You already know that he worked hard to achieve what he has.”

“Tell me what my father allegedly did that was so awful you had to shoot him,” I angered.

“You’re beautiful when you’re angry, Cattus,” he sighed and my body quivered all over. “If I could make you mine, I would.”

“You’re avoiding the question…once again.”

He grinned and rubbed his cleanly shaven jaw. I hated myself for being fiercely attracted to this man. I hated myself so much for wanting his hand on my thigh again and his lips on my mouth. I wanted to taste him so much it hurt.

Deciding to try a different tactic, “I knew it was you in the mask in room twenty three.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide from you only from the jock you were fucking. How was his large cock, by the way?”

“You noticed that, did you?”

“Yes, ‘well endowed’ is understatement. However, he’s inept at using his tool. More interested in his own gratification than yours.”

“That’s not true. He often does things to satisfy me in the bedroom.”

“But who have you got to compare him to?” he turned to look me directly in the eyes awaiting my answer, as his little finger brushed against my center.

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