Page 13 of The Don's Proposal

“Would you like that, Camellia?” I purr her name against her ear. “I can get rid of the warden who has kept you in your cage. Give me a reason to finally do what I should’ve done years ago.”

I’m starting to wonder if she’s truly scared of me. A woman full of fear shouldn’t be melting from my touch, but she lets out a soft sigh, anyway.

I want to touch her again, to slip my hand between her pretty thighs and make her give in to this thing that happens between us when we’re together. Even better, I want to drape her over this bench and thrust into her wet heat while having one hell of a view.

She can’t deny how her body responds, completely in tune with mine. It’s wrong, and it’s right.

How long will this last before I grow bored again or she grows tired of my antics? This is all new, and I don’t know what to expect. All I know is that I want things I shouldn’t.

“I can’t answer that. It’s wrong.” Whispering the words, she doesn’t give me the truth I want to hear. She must want him dead as much as I do. Has to. The betrayal against his actions is more than enough to wrong her to the point of deserving death.

“Eventually, you’ll understand that morality holds no value in this way of life.” Murmuring the words against her hair, I decide to test how long my patience can last. “He’s done you wrong if he’s kept you away from it.”

I don’t plan on throwing a sheet over her or pretending she’s not there. She was hidden away from the world, from every bastard like me. That won’t do any longer.

“Sometimes, I’d try to listen in on his meetings when he wasn’t aware.” Whispering another truth, she shivers, and my arms tighten around her. “None of the conversations were exciting. I usually got bored and didn’t linger for long.”

She’s lying. There’s something in the tone of her voice, I’m sure of it.

“They spoke about me, I’m sure. Did you hear about me?” When she tilts her head back, I take advantage and place a light kiss against her skin. My mouth tingles and waters all the same.

“I know you’re not a good man.” Like she needs to hear the reminder, she tries to pull away but doesn’t get too far.

“We all have blood on our hands. It’s one of those things you can’t help.” Hoping she’ll understand, I frown when her body stiffens beneath my touch.

I can’t stop killing just to please her. I’m not some weak bastard who bends over backward for a woman. The best I can do is not slit someone’s throat in front of her. Sounds easy enough.

“How long until you spill mine?” Her voice wobbles with the question. “How much longer until this game of yours is over?”

I pause, her words catching me off guard. They shouldn’t, but they do. I promised to torture her, didn’t I? My hands are meant to be wrapped around her throat in the near future, I’m sure of it.

Yet, I don’t want to kill her. I want her in every other way.

It’s a revelation my mind is not ready for.

Camellia can think this is some fucked up way of getting her to lower her guard, but it’s not the case. I can only hope she doesn’t realize just how safe she is now that I’ve created a craving for her.

“It’s no fun if I tell you the answer.” For now, I’ll keep the act up so she doesn’t get too comfortable. “Why not enjoy yourself? Isn’t that the point of a game, to have fun?”

She squeaks when I slide my hands down to her thighs. Squeezing the inner flesh, I can feel the heat radiating against my fingertips.

At this rate, this woman is going to ruin me before I can even think of returning the favor.

6

Camellia

At what point do I put a stop to this? He’s already touched me where I’m most sensitive once. I can’t let him do it again.

Turning to look at him, I shift against his lap and feel his cock digging into my backside. He’s pushing my boundaries, testing just how much he can get away with. A quiet voice in the back of my head encourages me to let him go on and on until he’s satisfied.

How can I possibly enjoy myself? I’ve heard plenty of stories about this man, and the nightmare fuel that comes with him. I can’t let the single day I’m left alone with him cover up everything I know.

“I want to go back inside. Take me back to my prison.” My voice shakes as I try to be a little demanding. He won’t take me seriously if I keep shaking like a leaf.

He doesn’t pick up the demand, swooping in instead. His breath tickles my lips, and I can see how much of a master he is at making his own demands without speaking a single word.

Thankfully, I’m right in the mind long enough to lift my hand and push his face away.

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