The silence prevails, revealing the loudest answer. He is baffling me. I don’t know what to do with that knowledge.
“I’m livid. Don’t test me on that. Be playful all you want, but don’t play with my jealousy. When it comes to you, I can’t think clearly. Right or wrong disappears. Enough not to care whether they’re innocent.”
If he had even attempted to make me jealous, I would have lost it, and then my heart would have withered and died.
“Okay.” But it seems I am agreeing to so much more.
10
MIKAIL
With her in my arms, everything else vanishes. My troubles are gone. My torment forgotten.
I don’t care that she’s off limits as my best friend’s little sister. I disregard the reasons I should stay away because I simply can’t any longer. Tonight has proven that it’s impossible to control my feelings for her. And I am too exhausted to fight the impossible.
Only she can calm me down while simultaneously freeing the beast. Her thoroughly punished ass is just proof of my darker side that I’ve tried to keep contained.
This woman deserves to be laid on a bed of silk and petals, not to be pounded into it. I am screwed either way because it doesn’t matter. She’s mine to make love to and fuck the soul out of her. Separately. Simultaneously. On repeat. For fucking ever.
I can still feel her wetness clinging to my fingertips, and my cock throbs with an incessant urge to take her.
What the fuck have I done?
I rammed the door to insanity. That’s what I did. I am not that delusional as to believe we can return to the way things were before. Putting a stop tousbecomes a distant, flimsy thought.
A self-deprecating laugh erupts from my throat, and she senses the change in me. Her sigh hits me square in the chest.
I take a step back, needing to think. “I need you to go home.”
“Mika,” she tries, clutching my shirt as if she needs to hold on to me when I can’t escape her pull.
“Dahlia, please. Not now, baby girl.” My voice sounds pleading as I offer her a small smile of assurance.
I clap two times, and the metallic walls disappear back into the ceiling.
She nods and slips out while I brace my head, not knowing what to do.
It was hard looking at my brother and hiding what I felt for his sister, but now that I’ve crossed the boundary, it’s a thousand times worse.
Needing to know she’s safely escorted out, I move to the window. A smirk teases my lips as she squirms with every step. That will remind her who she belongs to.
It doesn’t take more than a few minutes before she leaves the club, followed by her personal guard, but not before seeking my eyes.
I give her what she wants. A nod of acceptance—of surrender. The prick will live. Both pricks, I guess.
Picking up my phone from my desk, I dial the asshole’s number. It takes three rings before Tristan answers.
“Leave my fucking city, or I’ll deliver you to New York in a casket.”
“Is that so?”
The fucker is too self-assured.
“Don’t fucking test me right now,” I snap, hanging up.
Dropping onto the couch, I study the two pics of her red cheeks and my handprints decorating her round, perky ass—fucking made for me.
She never ceases to surprise and amaze me. How she whimpered, but never asked me to stop. Maybe she instinctively knew I wouldn’t because I decide when she has enough—so submissive when I have my hands on her, such a firecracker when I don’t. The perfect combination of sweet and sass—only with me. Only for me. It’s not only if I can’t have her, no one else can. I have to have her—it’s my prerogative because she’s mine.
