No. He can’t do this.
Fear floods my veins.
“You think I’m sick. That I don’t care about your life or your feelings.” His smile widens, more dangerous than the one he wore that night.
“And you don’t want to marry me.” He chuckles softly.
My body starts shaking. I know the next words will change everything.They will rip away every choice I thought I had.
“So, Angel—yes. I’m sick. I’m selfish.” He tilts his head, smiling.
“And you will marry me… or I’ll kill every single person you love.” He leans closer, his voice almost gentle. “And I’m going to start with your good friend, Dexter Walker.”
“I’ll tell my parents everything,” I say in a hollow voice.
He laughs, letting me go. “And they will believe you?” He shakes his head. “You are so innocent, Angel. It will take me no effort to make your friend’s death look like an accident, and it will take you forever to prove that I’m the villain.” He smirks. “I’m a hero who saved their daughter twice. Your father’s man saw everything with his own eyes. There is no backing for your cute theories.”
I should have recorded this conversation.He’s right.He has planned everything so perfectly that no one is going to trust me. They’ll think I’m just making theories to avoid this wedding.
“I hate you, Matleon. You could force me to marry you, but you will never get me. I will always hate you.”
Matleon
She’s hurt and angry. And I don’t like it.I don’t like her looking at me like this. No matter what she thinks, the truth is I care about her feelings and her life. God damn it, how can she even think that I don’t care about her life?
That plan was tightly knit together, with no room for anything to go wrong. She wasn’t even supposed to get a single scratch. And that’s exactly what happened. Still, I was scared shitless for a week. I knew I wouldn’t fail, but I was afraid.And she thinks her life doesn’t matter to me.
If I hadn’t done that, her parents wouldn’t have agreed to this arranged marriage proposal so smoothly. And if she had refused, they would have refused instantly. Her feelings, if I hadn’t cared about them, I could have blackmailed her long ago. There was no need to do all this.
She turns to leave, but I grab her arm and spin her around. Her eyes are puffy and red from crying, her face flushed withanger. Her beautiful face is screaming her hatred for me, and I fucking hate it.
“Let…” I silence her with my mouth.
Her warm, sweet mouth.
She tries to push me away, but I don’t let her.I need to feel that she doesn’t fucking hate me the way she claims.
Iselyn
I protest, trying to push him away, but he’s not letting me go. I’m pressed tightly against his still-wet body, and he’s sucking my lips, biting them. I stop struggling.
If Matleon can be so selfish, why can’t I?I like kissing him. I like the way he kisses me as if he needs it to live, as if stopping would kill him. He takes what he wants, then why can’t I? What will I gain by stubbornly denying him? It’s not like he will become less of an asshole, nor will he stop taking what he desires. Then why would I?I will also take what I want from him.
I kiss him back. My hands move into his wet hair, grabbing it to pull him closer.I hate you, Matleon. And I will always hate you.
I bite his lips, copying what he does. He groans into my mouth and pulls me even closer against him. I move my tongue into his mouth, he sucks on it, another groan vibrating in his throat.
I go breathless again in a ridiculously short time, so I push him. He lets me go, watching me with a heated look and a ruptured lip. I bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. He licks the corner with his tongue, a dark smirk tilting at the same corner of his mouth.
“I hate you,” I spit, wiping my mouth.
His smirk widens. “I can do excellent withthishate.”
I turn and leave his room, my heart still racing wildly from a mix of anger and arousal. I hate Matleon, but I love his mouth. I love the feel of his big hands on my face and waist.
From now on, I’m not stopping, I’m going to take everything from him that I want andwillnever give him my heart. And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t give a shit about it anyway, the way he’s forcing me to marry him is enough proof.
chapter 17
