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My eyes snap open at his deadly serious tone.

“No, I’m not.” I shake my head, but I stop as soon as I feel his fingers pinch my nipple. How did he manage to get his hand there?

“Yes, you are. I won the game. I caught you and fucked you like an animal under the moon. You’re mine, Agatha.”

Jesus. How does he make that sound so hot?

“Were you ever toldnoas a child?” I snap, and I can feel his shrug behind me.

“Sure. Quite often.”

“I doubt it. You don’t seem to understand the meaning.”

He chuckles. “Oh, I understand.Youjust don’t understand how determined I am to make you mine.”

Sighing, my shoulders drop. “If I agree to spend Christmas with you—”

“And the next day.” He interrupts and I roll my eyes.

“And Boxing Day, too. Will you tell me why you were curious about me?”

“Yes.” He agrees quickly.

“Fine. I’ll spend it with you. Now spill.”

“So bossy.” He presses his lips to the sensitive spot just under my ear again before continuing. “I was curious about the beauty who was desperate to rent a property with the request for the information not to be disclosed to anyone. In my line of work, I make sure to background check everyone. There are reasons why people want to remain hidden, so either you were hiding from a toxic relationship, or you were in trouble with the law.” I stiffen at his words, but he continues. “I couldn’t find a lot on you myself, so I had a consultant of mine do a search on you, and I found some interesting information.”

Shit. I need to run. Now.

“Your name was on an original list we had in our possession but had been removed from the new version by special request. Do you know what list I’m talking about?”

My heart stops beating as realisation dawns, and I prepare myself mentally to flee. Because hell no. He can’t have gotten his hands onthatlist.

“You were a member of a very high-class exclusive sex club.”

That’s all I need to hear. As fast as I can, I try to stand, but his hand wraps around my wrist. Spinning me in the water, he tugs me back down, straight onto his lap, and I hiss at the sting coming from my feet. Now face to face, I have nowhere else to look but at him.

“Don’t run from me.” He growls, his expression dark and serious as he directs his stern domination towards me.

“I’d like you to leave.” I say on a shaky breath, and he sighs.

“That’s not going to happen, Aggie. We are having this conversation, and then we are going to fuck again.”

“N-no.” I stutter as fear grips me. “I need you to leave. Now.”

“Do you think I’m judging you for being a member at that club?” he asks, his head tilting to the side as he studies me.

“Are you a cop?”

“Hell no. I’m the guy cops wish they could catch.”

My brows reach my hairline at his admission, whatever it means, but I shake my head, still needing to get away. He could be telling me anything just to get the information he wants from me.

“I don’t know you. I’m not talking about this with you.” I rush out in a panic, and he sighs.

“Fine.” He reaches over the edge of the bath and grabs his phone, unlocking it and handing it to me.

“Do an internet search on me. Griffin Marx. That will tell you enough to know I’m not here to turn you in to the police.”

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