My jaw clenched.
“You don’t know what I want, little girl,” I snapped. “You have no clue whatsoever what you’re asking of me.”
“I know exactly what I’m asking,” she cracked. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Fucking?” I asked. “Fucking doesn’t take any emotional ties. If that’s all you want, I can oblige you.”
Her eyes widened.
“That’s not…”
“What’s not?” I snapped. “You don’t want this? Me?”
I pressed the hardened length of my cock against her, causing her eyes to widen.
“You haven’t fed.” She bit her lip. “How?”
“How do you know I haven’t fed?” I asked silkily.
“Because you have bags underneath your eyes,” she informed me. “That only happens when you haven’t fed.”
My mouth was a grim line in the middle of my face as I moved closer to her. “I have fed.”
She blinked. “Then why the dark circles?”
I moved closer. “Because I can’t fucking sleep,” I growled. “You’ve stolen that peacefulness from me, too. You’re with me during wake. During sleep. During my every moment whether I want you there or not.”
She snapped her head back as if I’d slapped her.
“I…”
I pressed my finger over her mouth. “It’s been weeks since I’ve slept. I’m surprised that you’re just now seeing the signs of my inability to eradicate you from my pores.”
She bit her lip.
“I’d offer to help you, but you don’t want my help.”
No, I don’t.
“I’m a dangerous person.”
She had the gall to laugh.
“I’ll get you killed. I don’t want to have your blood staining my hands,” I hissed.
She crossed her arms over her chest, amusement lighting her features.
“You won’t get me killed.”
My brows rose.
“No?” I asked. “Do you know those men that crashed into your car this afternoon? Yeah, the ones that totaled it?”
She nodded reluctantly.
“Those men were aiming for you, not me. You have a kill order on you, all because you have been seen with me. You’re not classified as a blood whore. You’re now the top Master’s whore. Your head would bring a human rights activist about five hundred thousand dollars right now.”
Her mouth fell open.