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Making her work for it.

She needs to fight for us as hard as I am.

Violet’s eyes burn with hate. She’s feeding the rage so she can ignore how she really feels about this.About us.But I saw it in her eyes as she knelt on the ground beneath me.

Excitement.

Submission.

Desire.

She thinks I don’t know her because she hasn’t been paying attention, but I know everything.

Violet lives a careful life. Her day is clockwork. Her schedule rarely changes between school and work, and she’s consistent to a fault.

Her routine is just one example of how she’s been begging me to figure her out. How she wants to break out of that perfect little glass cage she’s locked herself in. Violet’s been tempting me to set her free since the moment I first laid eyes on her, so she should be thanking me for everything I’m doing.

Fuck.

MaybeIshould thank her. Because I underestimated Violet Morrow and the gift she’d offer in return.

She dropped to her knees and bathed in her boyfriend’s blood for me. And here I thought she couldn’t be more beautiful.

“You’re wrong,” I tell her. “Youdon’t know what you want. But I’m perfectly clear on the matter. Like this…”

I skate my hand down and press my fingers to her pulse. Her heart rate kicks up as her breath hitches beneath my touch.

“You could have run from me when I slit his throat. You ran into my arms by choice.”

She tries to shake her head, but I tighten my grip. Squeezing her neck until I get the truth from her lips.

“Don’t lie to me, Violet.” I pull her against me, and every rise and fall of her chest douses my resistance with gasoline. “Don’t you get tired of pretending to be perfect for them?”

A tear rolls down her cheek, drawing a wet path to her jaw—her neck—pooling at my hand. “How would you know that?”

I can’t answer her question no matter how much I want to. She’s not ready for it. So instead, I offer her the one thing no one else in her life is sick enough to. I give herme.

“Doesn’t matter.” I rub her throat as she swallows hard. “Do that again.”

Violet’s breath stutters. “What?”

“Swallow.”

Sapphire eyes dart up at me, confusion laced with fear. But instead of asking why, she presses her perfect pink lips together and does as she’s told, swallowing harder.

“Fuck.” I swell against her and can’t help but pull her closer. “I’d love to feel that throat from the inside, wrapped around my cock.”

Violet’s pupils blow wide as she loses her breath. But she doesn’t break my stare, even if all she sees are the neon blue Xs that disguise a person she wouldn’t understand even if she tried.

“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice quivers with her question.

I’m sure her imagination is running wild. And while she might be telling herself I scare her, her body gives her away.

Her little heartbeat thumps against my fingers. Her breath stutters as I hold her close. Her hooded gaze is lustful when I tighten my grip. And I do it all just how she wants it because she might not realize it, butI know her.

“I’m going to do what you asked…”

Her eyebrows pinch.

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