Page 73 of Sinful Honor

“This is insane.” The words were torn from me before I could stop them.

He froze. His eyes searched mine, expression unreadable.

“It’s not right,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t be here with you, doing this.” My chest ached. “You have to let me go.”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to hurt you, or do something against your will—”

“But you are,” I said, and my voice broke. “Holding me hostage is against my will, and you’re putting me in danger, by forcing me to stay here with you. You said it yourself. This wasn’t your first ambush.”

“No, it wasn’t.” His eyes turned hard.

“I’m not made for this. Why can’t you just let me go?” My throat was so tight it felt like I was choking. “What’s the point of keeping me?”

“For some of us,” he said tightly, “that’s the wrong question to ask.”

That said, he stepped out of the shower.

I watched him.

He took a towel, slung it around his waist, then he took another one and held it open for me. “Come on, princess.”

I could hear the shift in his mood in his voice.

Somehow the sexy devil, who’d just tried to seduce me under the shower, was gone. Instead, he was broody, dark and standoffish.

“I can do that myself.”

His eyes flashed. “Step out of the fucking shower right the fuck now. I’m done with being nice. Done with you defying me at every turn. Move your pretty ass, or I’ll make you.”

Holy shit.

I turned off the shower and stepped into the towel. He blotted my skin dry, his motions efficient, back to clinical.

He fixed up my arm again. Left me cold and shivering in the bathroom, only to come back with another pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

He helped me dress, as if I was, in fact, a little girl. Then walked me back to the bedroom.

“I don’t—”

“Not another word.”

“But—”

He crouched down in front of me and threw me over his shoulder.

My face bumped against his lower back, right over the hem of his towel.

“What are you—”

His hand landed on my ass—hard.

And instead of sending me into a tailspin, I felt a resounding quickening deep in my core.

Then he lowered me onto the bed.

“That was not very gentlemanly.”

He raised one eyebrow, leaned down, and caged me in with both arms next to my head, his voice turned low and dangerous. “You’re assuming wrong if you think I’m a gentleman.”

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