“You haven’t been at the house for a while.”
“I wonder why that is?” I cross my arms over my chest to look just as intimidating. “Last time I visited, I was blackmailed into doing something I didn’t want to do.”
“Sure. Keep telling yourself that.” He has the audacity to smirk.
I hate that smile on his face.
If I could, I would slap it off him if it wasn’t so damn sexy to see it on his lips.
“But if that’s your concern, then don’t worry. It won’t happen again.”
My heart falls to the pit of my stomach at how unequivocally he stated that our illicit encounter was a one-off.
Aside from the harvest games, that night is all I think about. I keep reliving it over and over in my mind. Usually, I’m responsible for my own orgasms. Still, I have to admit that the one Elias delivered was a hundred times better than any I could give myself.
And the names he called me…
The demeaning way that he treated me…
It shouldn’t have turned me on the way that it did.
But here we are.
I really must be damaged, considering how hot I found it being debased like that.
I always knew I wasn’t a missionary type of girl. Sleeping with Aidan taught me that much.
I just never knew that I was so depraved to the point of spending most nights fantasizing about the next time Elias would come all over me.
On my dress.
On my chest.
On my face.
Though the possibilities were endless, I’m pretty sure I’ve come imagining every single one since that night.
Not that I want Elias to know that.
Not that he would care, either.
Sigh.
“You wanted to talk? Then talk,” I reply with a snark since he’s already put me in a mood.
“First, tell me why you were in there?” Elias asks, pointing at the church behind me.
“That’s none of your business.”
“Now, now, Rowen. Play nice. If you tell me what I want to know, perhaps I can be nice to you, too.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“Nice? Do you even know the meaning of the word?”
When his eyes darken, my fit of laughter dies a quick death.
“I think I was very nice to you the last time we saw each other.”