Page 33 of Merciless Sinner

“This is not freedom.”

“But you’re not behind bars either for killing a man.”

I simply glare back again. Once again feeling like I don’t have a leg to stand on.

He cuts me a sharp smile and allows my hair to float back down to my chest, but then he traces a finger along my jaw, igniting the arousal I’ve been staving away. The emotion couldn’t have chosen a worse time to visit me.

Virgo stares down at me for a few beats until the seriousness returns to his face, chasing the smile away. “The sooner you remember, the safer you’ll be.”

The statement is logical and sensible, and fuck, Iknowhe’s right again.

He’s absolutely right. But can’t he see I’m scared?

Strike that. Scared is when you don’t want to turn the lights off at night because you don’t want to sleep in the dark. What I am is terrified. My darkness lives inside my mind like a monstrous demon ripping my soul apart.

He takes a step back, breaking free from my personal space, and I can breathe properly again.

“I’m leaving now. Eden will be available for whatever you need, but if you need me to come back, call me.”

He backs away, still looking at me with those observing eyes.

He turns, and I think of one more thing I need to ask him about. One more unsettling thing.

“Virgo,” I call out his name.

He stops and turns back to me. A lock of his dark blond hair drifts over one eye, making him look more dangerous.

“What is it?”

“The bedroom my things were taken to. Is that mine? Or yours?” The room smelled like him, and the décor of dark colors and black wooden furniture suited him. I wanted to ask Eden the question the moment she guided me in there, but I decided against it. I saved the question for now.

That merciless smile returns to Virgo’s handsome face, and I already know the answer before he gives it. “It’s ours.Stillours.”

“I want my own room.”

“No.”

“I—”

“I said no.”

“I’m not sleeping with you, if that is what you think I’m here for.” I grit my teeth and ball my hands into fists at my sides.

He stalks back to me, coming close again, as if he’s about to fuse his body with mine. “Why don’t we see about that.”

“There is nothing to see.”

He chuckles, laughing at me, moving closer. I step back, and he follows.

“You’re going to be my wife.”

“Just on paper.”

“You will be my wife in every way.” He comes closer, and I move again.

He follows me with that possessive smile on his face and walks me back until I’m up against the wall.

Planting his hands on either side of me, he locks me in and lowers his head until we’re sharing the same breathing space.

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