Page 92 of Twisted Hearts

My lips purse. “Who was that?”

“No one.”

My eyes flash. “No one? She seems to think she’s someone.”

“Let me rephrase: she’s no one you need to be concerned about,” he snaps as he sits heavily on the couch. His gaze raises to mine, full of fire and hot steel as he brings up a hand and crooks two fingers. “Come here.”

I’m still glaring at him as I walk over.

“On your knees,” he hisses.

I freeze, my scowl deepening as I glance down to see the bulge tenting his pants.

Oh, fuck you.

He’s hard. What? Fromher?! And he wantsmeto take care of it for him?

Yeah, fuck everything about that.

“No,” I hiss quietly.

Gavan scowls icily. “Excuse me?”

“I said no.”

I gasp as he suddenly stands, shivering when his hand cups my jaw firmly to jerk my face up to his.

“That word,” he snarls. “Is not in your vocabulary when it concerns me.”

“It is today,” I snap.

His eyes turn cold and malevolent in a way I’ve never quite seen before.

“And if I take you anyway?”

There’s a sensual sharpness to his words, terrifying as they are.

“If I take what is mine, regardless of your opinion?” he continues quietly.

I shiver but hold firm.

“That’s not part of our deal.”

“Our deal is that I can—”

“If you want to force me, go ahead,” I blurt coldly. “But it willnotbe willingly!” I’m shaking as I jab a finger into his chest. “There’s free use, and then there’s this. I didn’t sign up forTHIS.”

Without another word, I spin and march for the door.

“What the fuck are you—”

“Discovering I have a spine!” I whirl back and blurt at him. “That’s what the fuck I’m doing! This is me having a backbone and showing some self-respect.”

I slam the door shut behind me. I manage to make it past Rachel and her still-untouched cupcake before the tears start to fall.

Outside on the street, I grit my teeth as I choke back the sobs. I angrily wipe my damp eyes on my sleeve before I look around for a taxi.

“Oh, you poor, poor baby.”

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