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But he also knows doing so is crossing a line.

He obviously couldn’t trust his dad. He can’t trust Oliver, either. The man who raped and killed Camden’s mother.

None of this sits right with James.

He’s going to stop it. I just know he will.

The question is how.

“Let me make this blatantly clear.” He’s back to leaning in his seat. My eyes are drawn to the scissors in his hand. To the dark look in his eyes. “I. Own. You.”

The scissors go to the crotch of my pajama pants. My breath hitches as I watch James pull at the waistline, creating space between my body and my pants, and?—

“Oh my God.” Having a man tear your pants down the middle is erotic. This is seduction. “Oh. I didn’t notice that I don’t have any panties on.”

“Be a good girl. My good girl.” The dull edge of the blade is cold on my pussy. It’s dangerous. Hot. So fucking hot. He brushes it over my lips, down to my entrance. “Stay still.”

I shriek, grabbing James’s shoulders so I wouldn’t grind my hips into it. I’m being his good girl. His property.

“Take my cock out. Let me see how well my little pet can ride me.”

He discards the scissors somewhere in the room. The faint clink against wood hardly registers. My hands are on the button of his jeans. On the zipper.

“That’s it.” He’s so thick that it’s an effort to drag the zipper down. His hand on the side of my neck encourages me, squeezing it. “You know what? I’ve changed my mind. You do deserve a reward.”

My heart lights up. I’m growing increasingly dependent on his approval. Any kind of approval. I’m losing myself. I’m finding myself in his dark eyes.

I’m terrified of these thoughts swarming inside my head.

Of the look he’s leveling me with. Cold and hot. Ice and fire. War wages within him. He’s just as conflicted, just as desperate as I am.

He might never show it.

But he is.

“Please.” I palm his length over his boxers. He hisses. Curses.Fuck. “I’ve been so good. So good for you.”

“So why aren’t you riding my cock already?” The pressure on my neck is dangerous. He throbs in my palm.

I can’t take him out fast enough. While I do, he says, “Our families and the firm have a week off work. Everyone’s on vacation.”

“Not you.” He needs to attend to business here. Has to take care of me.

This murderer.

He threatened to kill me.

I’m pretty sure he’ll never call mehoneyor buy me flowers.

He’s giving me everything I could ever dream of, regardless.

What he’s doing for me, for the other women, is nothing short of chivalry. He’s the anti-hero I’ve been searching for my entire life.

When life gets dark, I’ll have him at my side. Darker. Fiercer. Fucking insane.

Mine. I’ll make him mine.

I rise on my knees, leaning forward. It’s so decadent, how he helps me sink onto his length.

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