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“I do.” Silas answered for me, pulling me in for a harsh kiss.

You will be cut.

“Stay,” he stressed, more stern this time. His lips were on mine once again, his tongue pressing into my mouth. An inner blaze rose from deep in me. I pushed into him desperately, my tongue meeting his every stroke. I wasn’t going anywhere.

We tore away for air, and I locked eyes with him—raw, unspoken truth burning between us. He knew it too, just as fiercely as I did.

Sliced.

I wanted those eyes, I thought. I wanted them to bore into my soul and steal everything. I wanted Silas to take all of the pain, all of the happiness, and leave me empty.

“You’re disgusting. You are nothing.”

I would rather feel nothing than this guilt.

“You’re mine, you obey,” Silas trailed his lips along my ear, refreshing my memory of our previous rule. “And you won’t deny me.”

My cock began to ache at the thought of the pleasure that awaited, but my heart was throbbing with pain. A sinking feeling that I just needed to repress. And I knew how. It would all be okay soon.

You will bleed.

I shoved him on his back, enjoying the little grunt that escaped his mouth and how his fierce presence melted into desperation as I rotated my body on top of his. My hands glided over his muscles. I wanted to watch that dragon tattoo ripple and flex beneath me. I dipped my head low to kiss him.

“It’s yours to take,” I murmured, plunging into our madness.

I had done it. I made it something.

You will bleed.

“Do I have to ask where you were?” Damian asked me the moment I set foot through the front door.

“No,” I answered, heading for the stairs.

I heard his exasperated sigh of frustration from behind me. “What am I going to do with you, Noah?”

I paused.

“Anything you want,” I commented with a shrug, “because I don’t give a shit anymore.”

Chapter thirty-six

Business as Usual

SILAS

Our phone call was terse. Noah was getting less and less concerned about covering up his feelings. Which was both good and bad for me.

“Let’s meet now. We can smoke and fuck,” he said, his cunning little undertone music to my ears.

“I can’t,” I hissed in frustration. It would be today that he’d call me, when I was held hostage by my obligations.

“Hmm? Why?”

“It’s Jace. He and I are securing a sale today from a big investor. It’s six figures and I can’t miss it.”

“What kind of sale?”

I hesitated.