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It sounds reasonable, everything I am saying is logical, but his eyes tell me he hates every word spilling from my mouth. I’m making him mad.

He swallows hard and looks away for a second.

Thinking.

Plotting.

Deciding.

My heart is racing with fear.

My hands are shaking.

How can I get him to leave?

He stands up from the edge of the bed and starts pacing around my small apartment. I have agitated him again. Fuck. This is not good.

I glance at my window, wondering how high the second story is and if I could jump out of it and not kill myself.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Tuomo

Nerissa is terrified of me. Her body is rigid, and tense and her eyes give away her emotions too clearly for her own good. She should learn to hold back on letting people see so much about her. I had to learn.

I don’t want her to hide anything from me. I want to know everything. I want her deepest darkest fears and her biggest dreams.

I pace up and down her apartment, filled with rage, fuming from her rejection.

Who the fuck does she think she is? Calling me a monster. Comparing me to my father.

If she wasn’t the love of my life, I would have to teach her a lesson.

I can’t believe I have pictured this night over and over again and not in any - not even one - of those fantasies did I imagine she would reject me. Never mind her call me a monster on top of it.

I grit my teeth, pacing. Up and down. Each step a soothing rhythm as I try to clear my thoughts. Trying to ease away the harsh rejection.

It is only because she is scared.That is the only reason she is saying such horrendous things about me. She doesn’t mean it. She would never speak that way about the man she promised to marry when she turned twenty-five.

A monster.

I shake my head.

Don’t think about it.

I should make her pay.

My eyes trace over her body, hidden beneath the loose fit of her hoodie. But I know what she looks like under there. I should make her pay. I should take what she owes me. What she made me wait so long to experience.

My cock stirs.

Stop.

Don’t think about it. She is special.

She is unique, and she deserves more than that.

I turn to face her again. I am calm. I am focused. I can do this.

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