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“Did you already forget who I am, Stormy?” She chuckled and pulled herself up, her boobs on display, her nipples begging me to taste them, to take them in my mouth.
Fisting my hands, my jaw clenching, I looked straight into her eyes. “How could I ever forget? You’re the woman incapable of love, so let’s get one thing straight, yeah?”
I went over the bed, leaning over her and wrapped my hand around her throat, pushing her into the mattress.
“You are going to play by my rules, Sunshine, because if you don’t, you won’t get to see another day.”
I’d seen men bigger than her, with more fear than she had, but that defiant smile never slipped off her face.
“Then kill me, Stormy. If it will make you feel better, just kill me. Take a gun, a knife, whatever you want, and kill me.”
Growling, I increased the pressure on her throat, pinning her down with my body on top of hers.
“You can’t do it.” She choked but continued talking. Her hand suddenly flew up, her fingers wrapping around my throat.
Taking me by surprise, my body too relaxed around her. She flipped us around, pushing me onto my back and sat down on me, her bare pussy on top of my hardening dick.
“You can’t do it, baby boy.” She grinned. “And you know how I know this? Because I would rather die than harm you.”
My Adam’s apple bobbed, my body strung tight, waiting to see what she would do next. Her hips swiveled on top of me, my cum still dripping down her thighs and onto me, but neither one of us cared about it.
Ophelia dove until her face was in line with mine, her teeth biting down on my lower lip.
“Now get the fuck out of my room and bring me my dog, Storm. I’m not going to ask twice.”
She suddenly stood up, leaving me on the bed with the raging hard-on, my body weeping for her. She fucked me over within seconds and I allowed it. I fucking allowed it, because no matter what, she would always have more control over me than other people did.
Ophelia disappeared into the en suite bathroom and slammed the door behind her, leaving me all alone with my thoughts and my thundering heart.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, dragging a hand down my face.
I could hear the water running, and I almost ran inside after her. But I needed to get out of here.
Jumping off the bed, I almost ran out of the room. I didn’t bring her here to love her. I brought her here to punish her, and I needed to remember that.
20
OPHELIA
I barely slept.
No, well, that’s a lie. I cried, closed my eyes for ten minutes, took three showers, but even they weren’t enough to wash his scent from my body.
I stripped the bed bare, sleeping on the mattress and pillow without the pillowcase, but nothing helped. And as I stared now at my discarded clothes I later on threw from the bed, and the crumpled sheets in the corner of my room, I knew I couldn’t stay here.
Lazar was wrong.
There was only so much a person could forgive before their love turned into poison. And what we had, it wasn’t love. Maybe it could have been. Maybe it would have been if I wasn’t Ophelia Aster, incapable of staying and trusting people, and if he wasn’t a man who scared me.
And the fear I felt wasn’t because he could hurt me, but because he could shatter my insides, and the glue I used to put myself together over the years could only withstand so much. He was a tempest who could shake the very core of my being, and I was terrified that I would lose myself in him.
I’d spent so many years lost in what other people wanted me to be, that I forgot what I wanted. I forgot my love for books, for art, for music… I forgot that I wanted to travel the world and see all the wonders from all the continents.
I forgot that I wanted a dog until Kaiser came into my life. I forgot it all because I was too busy pleasing others, losing my own identity.
In this past month, I’d discovered that I loved iced mocha more than anything else. I’d discovered that I hated broccoli no matter how they were made. I’d discovered artists, songs, movies, and I did it on my own.
And staying here, being with him and putting him above my own needs was something I didn’t want to happen. Even the years I’d spent far away from Nikolai and The Syndicate were filled with death, remorse, and anger, and I’d allowed those things to take over my life.
