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They all do in the end.
But Joy…
Something’s different about her. Women usually submit. They don’t tend to put up a fight. She continued breaking into Igor’s property, even after she knew I was watching.
I deal with people every day. Ninety-nine percent of them are weak. I wrap my hands around their neck, and they submit. They don’t fight when I take their life because they know I can make it worse for them.
Joy kept fighting me when I blindfolded her. She has a smart mouth, likes a challenge. But that will all change when she realizes who I am.
At the moment, she’s underestimating me.
“So.” She clears her throat. “How long will this take?”
“Didn’t you hear me,printsessa?I own you now.”
“Sure,” she quips.
I comb through her brunette locks. They’re long. Very pretty. I could wrap her hair around my hands, pull her closer to my cock as I take her from behind. Show her how it’s really done, since Igor clearly hasn’t shown her.
I trail my finger over her pink cheek. God, what pale skin she has. She really is the picture of innocence, except her eyes suggest she wants to kill me.
A lot of people want to do that. But none of them ever manage to pull it off.
I’m sure death will come for me in the end. And that’s why I need to punish Igor the hard way, teach him a lesson so he’ll be ready to step up when it’s time for him to take over. At the moment, he’s too weak. Too much of a liability.
“You’re going to marry me tomorrow.”
“Um.What?!”Joy’s pale blue eyes flare wide. She jerks forward, my handcuffs clanging on the headboard each time she tries to set herself free.
“Stay still, will you?” I thrust her back into the headboard, pinning her there. Her eyes freeze over mine. And those pretty pink lips part again to suck in more air. They could be sucking on something more pleasurable.
“I don’t care about your stupid mahogany.”
“You should, unless you want me to make this more difficult for you.” I capture her chin, tilting it up so she’s forced to look into my eyes again. “Because I can,printsessa.In more ways than you could ever imagine.”
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JOY
I’m allfor being handcuffed to a hot guy’s headboard as he talks dirty to me.
But he’s crossed the fucking line.
I didn’t move out at eighteen to make a life for myself, just for it to be taken away a few years later.
“I’mnotmarrying you.”
“I didn’t ask you a question,” says Valerian, still holding my chin in place.
I tighten my jaw, trying to snap my head away from him. But he pinches harder, forcing me to keep looking at him.
The more time I spend looking into his eyes, the wetter I’m getting. The heavy breathing. The dark, masculine scent. The giant body, which puts meentirelyinto shadow. Everything about him is too much.
I wonder what else he’s done with those hands, besides hold me in place against his bed. Punch people in the face? Snap bones?Murder?
I don’t know anything about organized crime. But I can take a guess, now being in the same room as a crime boss. They really are quite exquisite to look at. And I can see why Valerian would be the leader. He looks undefeatable. He’s definitely been in quite a few fights.
And won them all.
