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Her eyes widen with astonishment, and she stares at me with disbelief. “What?”

“It’s exactly what you think,” I reply, watching her reaction carefully.

“I want to slide my fingers into you and fuck you until you’re spilling down my hands, and then…”

“What?” she whispers, scandalized… and excited.

“Then you’re going to lick your juices off my fingers. I want you to see how you look when you are turned on, when you climax, and when you taste yourself.”

Her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “You’re joking, right?” she asks, her voice cracking as she tries to hold onto some semblance of propriety.

I bring my hand back to her cheek, stroking it gently. “Why?” I ask softly, my thumb brushing over her soft, pillowy lips again. “Do I look or sound like I’m joking?”

Chapter Eighteen

LARA

Okay, that’s it. The man is certifiably insane. I am dealing with a sick individual with twisted perversions. That is the only explanation I can think of. How can he even think of asking what he just did from someone who is almost a total stranger? I want to scream, but I know my father will most definitely hear and come bursting through the door. I don’t want to make matters worse than they already are. My situation is already far too precarious.

“No,” I say, my voice firm.

The madman smiles. “No to which option? Number one or number two?”

I gather my strength and, with both hands, shove against his chest, trying to push him away, but he doesn’t budge in the slightest. He’s like a big rock in the way of the rest of my life.

“Fuck off,” I cry.

To my great surprise, he backs away. He lets me go, and finally, for what seems like the first time in forever, I am able to catch my breath, my chest rising and falling as I fight to steady myself.

“Okay,” he says, his tone surprisingly calm. “If that’s what you really want, then I’ll leave.”

I am shocked as I watch him turn around, picking up his phone and checkbook from the table. With another look at me, he begins to walk towards the door. Just as he reaches the door, I find myself unable to move out of his way, my body refusing to let him pass.

He watches me without a word, and then he smiles. I absolutely loathe that infuriating smile of his. Everything would be so much better if he just didn’t smile. It feels like he’s mocking me, enjoying every moment of this, and it makes my skin crawl.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, “Don’t you want me to leave.”

I don’t budge. Summoning all the strength I have left, I manage to look up and meet his eyes, my own blazing with a determination I didn’t know I had.

“My father’s debt,” I remind tightly.

“You’ll both have to figure out a way to settle that,” he responds, his tone so detached and callous it makes me shiver.

Desperation claws at me as I consider my options once again, my mind racing as I weigh the consequences of each choice. There’s no easy way out of this, and no matter which choice I take, it’s going to be painful. But I have to choose. I have to take control of the situation in whatever way I can. For the first time in my life, I consider something I never thought I would. I square my shoulders, and taking a deep breath, I make my choice. The words escape my lips before I can stop them.

“I’ll go with option two, but can I kiss you first?”

His eyebrows lift with surprise, probably feigned. But he’s mocking me, for sure, enjoying every single bit of my abject humiliation, and I hate him so much that it feels like my entire body is trembling with the intensity of my loathing. I shut my eyes for a moment, gathering myself before reopening them to look directly into his.

His eyes are a rare bright green, mesmerizing, but by approaching me this way, by manipulating me in such a cruel manner, there will never be any space in my heart for him. I will hate him until the day I die, and even beyond that.

“Why?” he asks.

“Allowing someone I just met to do such an intimate thing to me is not normal.” I bite out, my voice sharp and filled with disgust.

“But hitting them across the face is?” he counters.

I cast my eyes to the grimy concrete floor. Shit. I did do that. I lost my head and just reacted instinctively. At that moment, I suddenly feel the full weight of my situation. It’s not good, but I have to admit, at least to myself, that I did escalate things. The situation was already tricky, but I went ahead and made it a hundred times worse.

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