Well too damn bad! I’m arguing anyways.
“First off,” I snap, “in dual narrations, I record all the female points of view, and the male narrator does his. We send the files, and they put the chapters together. I’ve never even met my male counterparts. And second, these books are a form of art. People listen for the story, not to get off on it. No pervert is sitting through fifteen hours of romance books just for forty minutes of sex scenes.”
I keep my tone calm and even. I’m proud of how steady my voice is. Until he shatters it.
“I did.” His voice is unapologetic, smug, like this is the most obvious thing in the world. “I listened to hear your sexy voice. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m hardright nowjust remembering it.”
My eyes drop before I can stop them, and sure enough, he’s painfully erect.
My breath hitches.
I rip my gaze back up, furious with him, furious with myself.
“Thenyou’rethe fucking pervert! You can’t stop me!” I raise my voice.
Ok, so the calm tone didn’t last long.
The second the words leave my mouth, his entire demeanor changes.
His expression hardens.
I see it. The exact moment his patience evaporates. It happens right around the time I call him a pervert.
No kidding.
Well, he is one, getting off to my books.
You love the fact that he finds pleasure in your smutty narrations. You’re dripping.
Shut. Up.
His voice drops lower, sharp as a knife. “Actually, I can. You’re not getting the equipment.” His tone makes it clear the conversation is over.
Something inside me snaps.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I shout.
He doesn’t hesitate.
“I’myourMatty.”
The way he says it sends a shiver down my spine.
Your Matty.
Not Matthias.
Not your captor.
Not the man who kidnapped you and turned your life upside down.
But Matty.
My Matty.
Mine.
“You’re mine,” he continues, his voice dark. “And no other man gets to hear your sweet voice so seductive.” His tone isn’t loud, isn’t yelling. It’s low and lethal. A promise and a threat all in one.