Page 62 of Dance of Ruin

“Or you’llwhat, Naomi?”

She drops her eyes, brow furrowing as she picks her cuticles. “I…nothing. I just?—”

“Fine,” I mutter, sucking on the smoke. “Six months. You’re mine in every way for six months.Thenwe’re done.”

Her eyes widen in disbelief. “Two.”

“Six.”

“Three.”

“Still six.”

Her brows knit. “Four.Please.”

“Seven.”

“You can’t?—”

“Just did.”

She shivers. “Fine,” she mumbles. “Six.”

“Masterful negotiating skills.”

She shoots me a look. “Youdounderstand that your sister is one of my best friends, right? And that I had nothing to do with?—”

“But your fucking father did,” I growl, spreading my arms. “So again: here we are.”

She nods quietly, looking down.

“Six months.”

“Six months,” I parrot.

She scuffs her toe on the floor. “And that includes…”

“Everything.”

Her eyes snap to mine, full of fear and excitement.

“And yes, Naomi—that definitely includes fucking you.”

“When?” she mumbles.

“Hmm. That depends.”

She frowns. “On?”

“On if you like surprises.”

Her face heats and her eyes widen.

“What about consent?” she blurts.

I shrug. “You’re giving it now.”

“What?” She frowns. “N-no, I’m not.”

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