Page 91 of Condemned By Betrayal
Elowen
“What do you think you’re doing?” I demand, stalking toward the bed.
He closes his eyes. “Sleeping in my bed.”
I grit my teeth. “Don’t test my patience, Hunter. Get out of my room.”
He ignores me.
I storm to the other side of the bed, yank open the drawer where I keep my gun, pull it out, and return to him. I click off the safety, load the gun, and press the muzzle to his temple.
“I’ll ask you nicely one last time. Get out of my room, or I’ll fucking kill you where you lie.”
He opens his eyes. A smirk ghosts across his lips. “Do it.”
I tighten my grip on the gun. “I’m not kidding. I’ll do it. I’ve had more than enough of you.”
“If you wanted me dead, you wouldn’t be keeping your voice low despite being this angry. We both know how much you love to shout.”
I purse my lips. “Maybe I’m keeping my voice down because I want to kill you myself.”
He gestures with his chin. “Then why aren’t you pulling the trigger?”
“I need a moment to prepare for my first kill.”
He laughs, a full, rich sound that fills the room. I want to clamp my hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, but that wouldn’t be a good idea. My irritation spikes at the flutter his laughter stirs in my chest.
I scramble for more threats, since clearly I can’t shoot him. But I don’t get much time, he suddenly frees one hand from behind his head, grabs the barrel, and wrenches the gun from my grip.
Before I can protest or curse him, he grabs my arm and pulls me down too. I land on the bed with a heavy thud. He pins one of my hands above my head, then takes the other, keeping my gun in his hand, and pulls my wrist up to join the other, holding both of them there. He immobilizes my legs by throwing one of his over my knees.
I writhe beneath him. “Let me go,” I hiss.
He unloads the gun and engages the safety. But instead of setting it aside, he brings the barrel to my lips and taps. “Shut up.”
My molars grind together. He taps the barrel against my cheek. “Don’t. They’ll become sensitive, and you’ll have to go to the dentist.”
“I’m already going to a therapist because of you, what’s a trip to the dentist on top of that?”
He dips his head and inhales along the curve of my neck. “Don’t worry, it’s a hassle for only a few more days. I’ll have you rid of that therapist soon enough.” He murmurs the words against my jaw. My breaths turn shallow; a current buzzes to life beneath my skin.Fuck this man and the effect he has on me.
“Get off me, Hunter.” I mean to snap, but it comes out a plea. I’m becoming vulnerable beneath him without meaning to. I can never wear a mask around him for long.
He draws his face up, hovering over mine. I can see the hungry predator stirring behind his expression, in his blown pupils, his threadbare restraint, and I can feel my body answering it, whether I want it to or not.
“What I said about you touching me, that still stands. You don’t know the guilt it puts me through. If torturing me is all you want, then please, do it in a way I can survive.”
Why am I expecting understanding from him when we both gave up on understanding each other long ago?
“Why do you feel guilty?”
“Because it’s cheating on Salvario, and I’m not a cheater.”
He scoffs, his expression a double-edged blade, one side craving me, the other thirsting for Salvario’s blood. “You are my fucking wife. The cheating would be you letting him touch you, not me touching you. Correct your flawed logic.”
I grit my teeth. “You know exactly how I became your wife.” I writhe. “Just fucking get off me.”
He clicks his tongue. “You should have kept begging. I was almost persuaded.”
