Page 72 of Psyop Kings

“We sleep together all the time, Dad. You’re being ridiculous.”

Wait. She sounds familiar.Reallyfamiliar.

“If you want to share a bed with him, then you can book a hotel room with your own money. That’s my final answer. We’re not discussing it further.”

And I know that voice. It’s not Caius.

Dad?

And the woman’s voice is…mine.

I burst through the door, trying to make sense of what I just heard. Caius sits at his desk with a phone connected to his laptop. As soon as he sees me, he quickly types something and then mashes a button.

“Oh, crap. Late for class. Gotta go, Dad. Talk soon!”

I stand in the middle of his office, gaping at him in confusion. “W-What was that?”

Caius snaps his laptop shut and then leans back in his chair, eyes raking down my form. “What was what, little girl?”

Rubbing at my temple, I huff out a breath. “That. The conversation with my dad. How did you do that?”

A small smirk quirks his lips. “A.I.”

“What?”

“Artificial Intelligence.”

“I know what A.I. is,” I shriek, shuddering as understanding prickles over me like an ice-cold rain. “How did you get my voice on there to say those things?”

“Some things are best left to mystery.”

Without thinking of the consequences, I grab the nearest thing to me—a candle on a bookshelf—and lob it at his head.My aim is off, and it sails past him, hitting the floor with a loud clatter. The asshole doesn’t even flinch.

His eyes, though, flash with anger.

Before I can retreat, he’s on his feet and storming over to me in a few short strides. I slink backward, but he prowls after me. He grabs hold of my bun and jerks my head back. A terrified whine rattles out of me.

With his other finger, he runs the tip along the side of my neck. “When you’re afraid, this vein dances.”

I attempt to give him my fiercest glare, but it’s hard to do when fear is driving. It’s unnerving how easily he’s taken over my life. He can now pretend to be me using technology. This is sick.

“You get off on scaring girls?” I hiss, suppressing a shiver. “Kidnapping, drugging, raping…”

He bucks his hips against me, shoving me against the wall and trapping me with his massive frame. His cock is thick and hard between us. A flare of heat zings through me. I nearly curse in frustration.

“I don’t have to rape anyone,” Caius growls. “Usually they beg for it.”

Shame has my cheeks flaming hot. I’d been begging for more last night on the hood of that car. Disgusting.

“It’s called manipulation,” I clip out. “Physical and emotional manipulation.”

His dark, dead eyes bore into me. Slowly, he slides his hand down my neck, brushing his fingertips over my collarbone. My breath hitches when it continues lower. The warmth of his massive hand covers my breast. Throbbing in my core dizzies me. I hate that he makes me want him.

“Would you want someone to treat…” I trail off and his entire body tenses. “Would you want someone to treatherlike you’re treating me?”

I didn’t say the forbidden name, so I should be safe from bullets. The intended impact is a bull’s-eye because he recoils away from me, nearly stumbling over his black leather shoes. I’d laugh at the loss of his ironclad control but wisely keep it in my throat.

Caius’s brows are slightly pinched, and for a hint of a moment, I think my words actually upset him.

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