Page 29 of Beautiful Scar

She only shakes her head and stares at the floor.

Fuck. I want to grab her hair and pull. Make her meet my eye.

I want that defiance again.

But maybe it’s better this way. Most men in my position want a quiet, meek little wife to suck their dick and do their bidding, right?

That sounds miserable to me.

I’ll just have to be patient until one day she’s ready, and I’ll be fucking waiting, hungry for whatever she has to throw at me.

“And there’s one more thing,” I say gently, still standing over her. “You saw the door at the end of this hall?”

She nods, surprised, and looks up. “I didn’t know where it went,” she admits. “It’s locked right now.”

“That door connects to my rooms.”

She licks her lips and glances to the side. “Seriously?”

“You don’t have the key, but I do.”

“That means… our rooms share a wall?”

“The head of your bed is right up against the head of mine.”

Her cheeks turn pink again. “I’m not sure how to feel about that.”

“Feel comforted that there’s a wall separating us.” I linger for a beat longer, tempted to reach out and touch her.

Instead, I tear myself away.

“When’s the meeting?” she blurts out.

“A few days. Get this place straightened up. I’ll send clothes for you to wear.”

“You’re dressing me now?”

“Might as well since you act like such an obedient little doll.”

I look back over my shoulder, grinning viciously, and her jaw is locked in a rage glare. Hell, yes, that pissed her off. She steps forward, hands balled into fists.

Now, finally, that’s the spicy little spitfire I want.

Come on, baby, let me have it.

Tell me what a bastard I am.

Tell me all the ugly truths we’ve both been thinking.

I’m a monster. I’m disgusting.

“Get out of my room,” she says, her voice shaking.

I wait, and there’s nothing else.

How much harder do I have to push before she explodes?

“Don’t forget about the deal,” I say as I head to her door. “The sooner we start trying to make that baby, the sooner you can get pregnant and get out of here.”

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