Page 28 of Vengeful Union

His fingers brush against the skin behind my ear. “Trust me, princess, I don’t play games. I’m not a fucking child. I want something, I get it.”

I swallow hard at the lust in his eyes. “And yet you’re playing a game with me,” I tell him as I push down the anger rising in my throat.

“No, I'm not playing a game with you. I want you. There's a difference. And I will have you,

Destiny. The sooner you realize that the better off it’ll be for the both of us.”

I grind my teeth, hating the defiance and absolute sheer cockiness of him. “You will—when Hell freezes over, Psycho boy.”

His jaw clenches. “I've told you about that. Stop calling me that shit.”

I just smile, loving that I can get this reaction out of him. It makes a difference because he's usually so cool, calm, and collected. “But why? It’s a perfect fit for you. You are psycho.”

He stares at me, his eyes narrowed into slits. “You're calling me psycho? Get it right, Dest. You're just as fucking crazy as I am.”

I laugh, and it's bitter and harsh. “I never said I wasn't. But, Finley, the sooner you realize you and me are never going to happen, the better off it’ll be for us both.”

That smirk is ever so present. “If I don't have you, Destiny, I'm going to kill you. You've got a choice.”

I take a deep breath. I knew he would say that but hurt still spears through me at his words. “Kill me—you'd actually kill me?”

The smirk falls from his lips as he presses them tightly together. “Come on, Destiny. You're not this stupid. I'm gonna get my money’s worth out of this transaction. If I kill you, it’ll ruin your father's chances of ever selling you off to anyone else. If I don’t, well… what use are you to me, especially if I’m not getting anything from you?” His eyebrow lifts, and he smugly smiles, like he’s won this round. Bastard.

Red hot anger pushes through me. “You are such an asshole,” I hiss at him.

He merely shrugs. “Never said I wasn’t.”

I push back from the chair and get to my feet, my hairbrush smashing down on the dressing table. “So let me get this straight,” I begin, unable to watch my tone. “You’ve paid fifteen million dollars to fuck me?”

The smile that forms on his face is sinister. “Oh, Destiny, you have no idea what you're in for. When I take you—and, princess, I will—you are going to be ruined. I am going to own you, to make you beg, plead and sob with want, need, and lust.” He steps closer to me, his breath hot against my skin. “Me and you, it's going to happen, and when it does, you're going to ignite beneath me.”

I suck in a sharp breath as butterflies storm my stomach. God, he makes it sound so… easy. Like it doesn’t matter. But to me, it does. Since my dad kept me captive, I've known that he wanted to sell me, has wanted to use my virginity as a way of luring a bigger paycheck. But now, I’m essentially owned by Finn Gallagher, and while my father wanted money, I don’t truly know what the Irish asshole wants.

“How hot will you run for me?” he asks me, running his tongue across his teeth.

My lips curl in disgust. “Never for you,” I reply tartly, knowing it’s the farthest thing from the truth.

He smiles as he takes a step toward me. I can’t help but move back, trying to get away from him. But ever the predator, Finn advances on me. I keep backing up until I can’t go any further. My back hits the wall, and Finn’s hands slam against the plaster either side of my face. Blocking me. Boxing me in.

“Testing me, Dest? You just keep pushing. Sooner or later, a man like me is going to snap.”

“A man like you?” I question, unable to tear my gaze away from him.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin, making goosebumps spread across my flesh. “A man who will tear the world apart to get a taste of you.”

I shake my head. He says all the right stuff, but he’s still an asshole. He still paid fifteen million dollars to own me. “Why tear the world apart. You already own me. Right?” I can’t keep the disgust out of my voice.

The possessive glint in his eyes makes me shiver. “Oh, Destiny. You have no fucking idea.”

I roll my eyes. Jeez, he sounds like a broken record. “Spit it out. What is it I have no idea about?”

His jaw clenches. “You’ll find out soon,” he says darkly. He can’t give me a straight answer. Everything is twisted and cryptic.

“Sure,” I drawl.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his blue eyes flashing with barely concealed rage and lust. “I warned you,” he mutters angrily, as his gaze slides away from me.

I push against him, trying to get some space between us. But as soon as I do, his gaze collides with mine.

---