Page 46 of Dmitri

With one hand, he roughly unfastens my shorts and yanks them down. Then he cups my pussy over my panties and shoves me forward until the edge of the sink cuts into my belly. “You’remine, Daelyn. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

I don’t respond.

Agreeing would be a lie.

Disagreeing will have him do something I’ll regret forever.

A stronger woman would fight back. But I’m not strong. And he’s right because I am his… for a little while longer.

“Look at me,” he growls against my ear.

My body shakes as I look into our reflection.

“You’remine,” he says, digging his fingers against my pussy with a bruising grip. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

He lets me go and smooths his hair back, taking a calming breath. I swallow the saliva piling into my mouth, scared I’m going to puke all over the sink I’ve just cleaned.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He jerks me to him and holds me tight, kissing the top of my head. “I’m a goddamn mess, babygirl. I shouldn’t have done that.”

My silence makes him more desperate.

“Forgive me?” When I still don’t respond, he tips my chin with his finger. “Please say you forgive me. I mean it. I’m sorry. I know your boundaries and I shouldn’t have acted like that. It’s just that…” His eyes tighten like he’s in pain. “I’m so fucked in the head about Dmitri. I can’t turn off my rage or my possessiveness. It’s driving me crazy that he’s touched you.”

“You made that happen, Kaleb. Not him. And not me.”

“I know that!” he screams in my face.

I can feel his heart jack hammering against his chest when I press my palm against him to keep him back. The veins in histemples have popped out, too.

“I’m sorry I put you in this position, Daelyn. But you’re the only one I trust. I can’t give this job to anyone but you.”

Sure, he can. He chose me because he doesn’t really care about me. If he did… if he ever loved me even for a day… he wouldneverhave done the things he’s done.

“I’ve got you, Kaleb.”

He makes this distressed little noise that almost breaks me.

Almost.

But my walls are back up and I’m numbing out again. Detaching is second nature to me. I’m too good at it. “Let me get dressed and then we can grab a bite to eat.”

“I’m not hungry anymore,” he says. Bending down, he pulls my shorts back up and buttons them. “I’m gonna go.”

The war of butterflies and bees in my belly amplifies. He wants me to fight him. To tell him to stay. I refuse.

“Okay.” I hold my breath, reading his expression.

He doesn’t give away a single emotion. Kaleb’s gaze locks on mine for a heartbeat, then drifts to my mouth, my tits, my pussy.

His cell goes off and he answers without looking at who the caller is. “What?”

“We gotta problem,” I hear Ace say.

“On my way.” He shoves his cell into his back pocket and stares at the joining of my thighs for a moment longer before turning and walking out.

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