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I swallow hard, forcing a shaky smile. “Jacob, you’re… I’ve always wanted this moment again.”

“Oh, really, now?”

I nod. “You don’t know how much I missed you.” I fake a giggle, leaning into the slur of my words as I bat my lashes, playing up the drunk girl act.

His eyes darken, but his grin spreads. He thinks he’s winning.Good.

I slide my hand down, brushing my thigh holster, my fingers grazing the cool metal of the knife Blade gave me. I place my other hand on his chest, dragging it down slowly. “I was waiting for you to come and make a move on me while he was gone.”

I have him right where I want him, thinking with his other head too much to notice the glint of steel now in my grip.

“You’re fucking sexy right now. Maybe we should go back to my place.”

I inch my hand lower, pretending to trace patterns on his chest. “Or maybe…” I whisper, flicking the blade open in one swift, practiced motion. “You should go to hell.”

Before he can react, I stab the knife straight through his hand, pinning it to the wall.

Jacob screams, thrashing around, but he’s stuck, blood seeping from where the blade pierced his flesh. His eyes widen, shock flooding his face. “You–you bi—”

The door swings open, and the man I came here to avoid steps through it. “I’d be very careful what you call my wife.”

I roll my eyes. He always likes using thatwifeword.

Blade turns to me. “Good job, baby. I heard everything. You handled it perfectly and I’m so proud of you.”

Despite my anger at him, I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips from his praise. Damn it, why does he do this to me? Make me feel things for him that I don’t want to?

It’s confusing.

I want to be mad for what he did, I should hate him, but in such a small time he’s trained my body to… be drawn to him. To crave him. Towanthim.

The daunting reality sets in that I want the villain, when my whole life I thought I’d be swept off my feet by a Prince Charming.

Chapter 20

AMELIA

Staring into the harsh gaze of his haunting blue-grey eyes isn’t the easiest, but I refuse to cower and look away. Just moments ago, I slipped off my aching heels in the entryway of the mansion. Now he stands before me, arms crossed, exuding a fierce and authoritative aura that borders on intimidating. He looks like a modern-day Greek God, carved from marble.

Why did I agree to come back here with him? I don’t know. Or maybe I do know, but I’d rather step into a pit of snakes than admit it to myself.

“Go upstairs,” he commands.

My stupid body wants to obey him,God, does it want to. But I won’t. Not when less than six hours ago he was all over another girl.

I give a subtle shake of my head, drawing in a steady breath as I resist the pull. “Why don’t you invite Catalina upstairs instead? I’m sure she’d love to. As for me, I’m going to go find Frankie.”

“Up. Stairs.” His voice hardens, and it sends my heart thumping, a warmth spreading over my skin. No, please don’t usethatvoice. Then it’ll be hard to resist.

“You don’t own me,” I say, forcing confidence into my voice. “And I’m not yours, so no.”

He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing into fiery slits that seem to burn right through me. He steps forward, and I instinctively take a step back. Shit, maybe I said the wrong thing. He moves closer, driving me back until the cold surface of the front door presses against my spine.

I’m trapped now.

“Say it again,” he warns, his voice dangerously unrecognizable. I bite back a whimper as his breath grazes my ear. I feel weak and strong all at once, leaving a confusing blend of defiance and desire swirling inside me. “Say you’re not mine again.I dare you.”

He pulls me close, positioning me in front of him with my back pressed against his chest.

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