Page 135 of Convict's Game
He just kept that judging stare on me.
My blood heated further. “Plus, what about me? I’ve been in every part of that business. I’ve seen how it works. It’s a well-oiled and highly profitable machine that has operated for decades. Don’t you think I’d know if there was something else going on?”
Convict went to speak, but I was so hurt, so livid by even the suggestion of the picture he painted. I held up my hand. “Don’t say another word. I don’t want to hear it.”
He breathed through his nose, that tension in him clearly building. “You asked for my help. Now I’ve given it, you won’t let me speak?”
I planted my hands on my hips. “You’ve done enough.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’d say our deal is over.”
Emotion flickered in his gaze, then he poked his tongue into his cheek. “If we’re so temporary, all you are is a hole to fill, is that right?”
I jutted out my jaw, in pain but defiant.
His eyes gleamed. “You’re forgetting the thirty days. It isn’t over yet.”
“I have no idea what I was ever doing with you. Taming a monster or slowly being devoured by one.”
“That’s bullshit.” Convict stepped up to me, his fingers curving under my chin to hold me still. “You want me to own you. You need my insane degree of obsession and my loyalty. Want to hear my theory why?”
If he expected a response, I wasn’t giving it. I glowered up at him, infuriated and messed up beyond belief.
“Because your world is falling apart and it’s happened before. You were given away by parents and swept up by grandparents you barely knew. But they used you and cast you aside, too.”
Fresh pain welled. His fingers gripped tighter, pinching so I couldn’t tear my gaze away to hide it.
“A house you never got to live in. All the responsibilities and hard work but never in the heart of the family. Only the job. They rejected you after being your everything and left you with this shitstorm to handle. Your grandfather dead and your grandmother retreating into a life she refused to take you with her. I would never do that. Even if you walk away from me, even if the world stops fucking turning, I’ll always be yours.”
My frustration rose in a hot wave. “Stop talking.”
“Never. I belong to you just as you belong to me.”
He stole a savage kiss. I shoved him. He didn’t budge.
“Don’t fight me, Mila.”
“Don’t pretend you know me after barely a month.”
His laugh was cold. “It’s been a lot longer than that.”
“It hasn’t.”
“No? Then why can I see your face in my past? Why am I so certain I knew you before my amnesia? If I’m a liar, you are, too.”
He was insane. I pushed him again to loosen his hold. Convict snarled and spun me around, pinning me with my back to his chest. He marched me to the edge of the couch that overlooked the city view, and kicked my feet apart. Reaching under my dress, he shredded my underwear and undid his jeans.
“Mine since I don’t know when. Mine forever.”
I wrenched to get free, but he brought his dick to my core and punched into me, so hard I saw stars. Pulling his hips back, he wrapped my hair around his fist and fucked into me again, his rough treatment and actions holding me in place as much as my body wouldn’t let me give him up.
Fury mixed with rising heat. If he was insane, so was I in how much this turned me on.
“I will never give you up. I’ll toy with you and play games because you love it. Because you love me, even if you won’t say it. That denial fucking kills me because it’s the one thing I want. The only thing. But still, I’ll never leave you. The sooner you accept that you belong to me, the better. You’re mine, Mila. Mine until I die. Mine in every hell that comes after.”
With my cheek to the cushion, I gripped the material, so tense I could break.
