Page 171 of Sinful Pleasure

And it’s fucking pathetic that after everything she did to make me her enemy, I can’t force myself to do it.

Anyone else who dares to cross me like this would end up tortured to death, in a coffin five feet under.

But her? No, I couldn’t fucking hurt her. Even though I said I would.

But deep down, I’m sure we both knew I would never fucking hurt her. And that is the fucking weakness I never needed in my life.

I never believed I would experience it. I’ve laughed so many times in the faces of people, because weakness is what gets them killed.

Karma is a bitch. A fucking bitch.

I was deep in my thoughts when the door opened. I expected Allyn to come in for her usual check-up, but I was confused to find the redhead instead.

I think Allyn called her Daphne? Not that it mattered.

My eyes were drawn to her hands, carrying food.

She placed the food on the table next to me, her hands trembling in the process, making me laugh.

Call me an arrogant prick—I don’t fucking care—but I’ve learned to read women’s bodies. I know when a woman wants me or when she’s nervous around me. This Daphne girl is both.

“I brought you food,” she said, wobbling awkwardly on her feet. Her face was as red as her hair.

“I thought I was only allowed food once a day,” I arched an eyebrow. “That’s the second, if I’m not mistaken.”I kept the information to myself that Allyn sneaks me food at least twice a day. I was more interested in getting to the real reason the redhead was here.

“I managed to steal more food for you,” she offered a shy smile. “I thought you might be hungry.”

My grin grew bigger.

“I thought you called me a dick?” I repeated her words from a few days earlier, amused by the situation. “But yet here you are.”

She played with her hands—another sign she was nervous, keeping a distance from the bed. She was like an open book to me, and she didn’t even realize it.

“And you’re still proving you’re a dick.”

“And you’re still right about that.”

She took a deep breath, visibly irritated. It’s so easy to get under these women’s skin—it’s killing the thrill.

“I thought you might need some company,” she mumbled finally, looking around. “You’re locked in this room— you must be lonely.”

“And I need your company?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. She gave a faint smile, blushing.

“Why not?” She sat down on the bed close to my legs. “I can make your stay here more pleasant.”

Bingo. We got to the point.

“How? By letting me fuck your cunt?”

I wasn’t about to spare her my sharp tongue. Her eyes widened— like she didn’t expect it, and she turned her head to the side.It’s weird how eager she was to offer herself, especially to a man like me—someone who would kill her without a second thought if she dared touch me without my permission.

“You’re so vulgar.”

“You come in here, offering yourself to me, but call me vulgar?” I laughed. “Not quite right, redhead.”

Does this chick even understands who I am and which side she’s supposed to be on? She works for Mikael, which means I should be her enemy—the last person she’d be offering herself to.

Even with my hands chained to the bed, I bet I could still have her however I wanted. If I gave her the green light, she’d ride me without a second thought, without me even lifting a finger. I wouldn’t have turned down such an offer months ago, but now? Now it’s different.

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