Page 21 of Betrothed in Fury
Full of surprises, aren’t you, Logan Wilde?
I chuckle.
“Why is that funny?” he asks, offended by my amusement.
“We were just talking about how good we are at reading people, yet here I am, realizing I misread you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I start circling him, a predator taking his time studying his prey, to make sense of what I missed, trying to recalibrate the sensor in me that would’ve usually picked up something like this from someone.
“You’ve been playing the golden boy for so long, maybe you’re starting to believe it, but there’s something else in there. The blood of your father, who was a sick fuck, same as my own. That’s why they got along so well, isn’t it?”
His jaw stiffens, and I feel his defensiveness, the kind one only feels when someone’s read them right.
Now I’m satisfied.
“What would you do to him if I gave him to you?”
“I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Then I won’t give him up.” I turn my back on him.
“Can’t you see it as an early wedding present maybe?”
Adrenaline shoots through me, and I spin back to him as my lips slip into a grin. “Well, well, look who’s coming around.”
He doesn’t look happy about it, his eyes narrowed, hands balled into fists, but it’s hard to tell how much of this is about me and how much is about him wanting to punish Sik Vik.
“I’m not coming around to anything.”
“So you want me to sever the agreement?” The way the muscles in his jaw shift, I’m half expecting him to growl at me, like the dog we had when I was younger if you got too close to him. “I’ll take that as a no, meaning you understand you’ll eventually have to concede.”
“We don’t have to discuss that tonight. Just let me at Sik Vik, if you’ve even left anything for me to do.” He sounds jealous, which feels like vindication for what he did with Alana earlier.
“My responsibility is to my father,” I add, “to keep my promise to protect your family. Outside of that, I don’t owe you anything. Why would I, when I don’t even know if you intend to be my wife?”
“If I’m even to consider it, you’ll have to start calling me your futurehusband.”
I can’t help but smirk.
“I guess the thing is, then, until I know that for sure, what will you do for me?”
His gaze wavers. “How much do you want?”
“You know I don’t need money, and I know you don’t have as much as you need.”
He must struggle as much with reading me as I do him because he doesn’t seem to catch on.
“Can you just be out with it?”
“You know what men like me want, don’t you, Logan? Power. To dominate, especially someone like you, someone with so much pride and this air of self-importance.”
“One thing I know I don’t like about you is how long it takes you to get to a goddamn point.”
I slide my hand to my crotch, stroking, my cock lengthening at the thought of what I want from him…wondering what his warm mouth would feel like around me…
“Remember when I said I wanted you to choke on my hard cock?”
