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Now, she’s sealed it.

She just signed her life over to me.

And she will never escape.

Chapter 43

Margot

I’m panting, lost in the feeling.

If I had known it would be so electric, so consuming, I would’ve given in sooner. My mind floats away, caught in the haze of what we just did.

Until he breaks the spell.

“Why did you leave?” His voice is rough, still thick with remnants of what just happened between us.

It takes me a moment to register the words, but when I do, reality slams back into me.

Roman. His conversation. The truth I tried to forget.

Matty is a bad man.

A killer.

A killer for you.

But he’s killed others too. People who had nothing to do with me.

I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me. With his grip pinning my hips and his body caging me in, there’s nowhere togo. I unwind my legs from around him, drop my arms from around his neck, and shove at his chest.

It’s useless. He barely budges.

Although, a grunt of irritation escapes him. “Don’t make me pin you down again.”

I keep pushing.

He follows through on his threat. With one hand, he captures my wrists, securing them above my head. His other grips my chin, tilting my face towards his.

“Tell me why you left. Everything was going so well, then suddenly you run.” His tone is firm, unwavering. “I need to know why.”

I grit my teeth and swallow down my defiance. I want to fight. I want to lie. But I know I won’t.

You’ve never been able to disobey him.

“Because you’re a criminal. A psychopath.Amurderer.” My voice is raw, sharp with fury. “You and your sick brothers. You’re all fucked up and should be in jail! That’s why you took me in the first place. But I’m too much of a tramp to remember that. I let myself get sucked in. I let myself forget. I think with my pussy when I’m around you. But not anymore! I won’t fall for it again. I’m getting away the first chance I get. I’ll never give in!”

I scream the words in his face. My chest heaves as my pulse beats like a wild drum.

His nostrils flare. His voice is deadly serious when he speaks. “Do not talk to me that way. You will respect me. And do not ever speak about yourself like that. You will respect what’s mine. And you. Are. Mine.”

His words hit like a slap. His control coils around me, tightly and suffocatingly.

Then, his voice dips lower, darker. “Maybe I’d believe you, if I couldn’t feel your peaked nipples pressed against my chest. If I couldn’t smell your arousal.”

I freeze as shame crawls up my spine.

“I betmyboxers that you're wearing are soaked through with your juices. Let’s check.”

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