I stormed across the room in my bare feet, across the shards of porcelain littering the floor, and scooped her up. She still had the nerve to fight me like a wildcat, twisting against me, every limb thrashing like she was possessed—desperate to escape her own personal demons.
“You’re bleeding!” I barked. “Stop moving.”
We reached my bedroom, and I had almost stepped into the en suite when she squirmed loose with some contortionist bullshit move. She bolted.
I darted after her, caught her easily enough, and yanked her arms behind her back.
“If you don’t behave, I’ll tie you up,” I said, spinning her around. She slammed against the bathroom door and gasped at the impact, kicking backward toward my shin.
“Try it again,” I growled, “and I’ll cuff you to the fucking bed.”
She continued to fight, wild and furious. I dragged her to the vanity and turned her to face the mirror.
“Look at yourself!” I roared, gripping her wrists behind her back with one hand and twisting the other in her hair. I yanked her head up. “Fucking look at yourself.”
She hissed and fought against the pull, but her gaze finally landed on her reflection.
The moment she caught sight of herself, her entire body locked up.
Blood streaked down her temple. Her wet shirt still clung to her. Her hair was a tangled mess.
She was chaos incarnate. Beautiful but unhinged.
“A goddamn banshee,” I muttered.
“You did this,” she spat. “You caged me. You dragged me into your sick world and made me your prisoner.”
She jerked hard, trying to break free again, but I held her still.
“You don’t own me,” she snarled. “I hope you fucking die, you monster. Slowly. Violently. With no one to mourn you.”
My pulse spiked, jaw ticcing, fury and guilt boiling up within me.
“You’re a murdering rapist thug,” she hissed. “A goddamn mafia lapdog pretending he’s better than the rest just because he wears ten-thousand-dollar watches and calls what he doesbusiness. You’re the worst kind of man.” She was trembling withfury now. “Because you think what you do is justified. You think you’re righteous. But all you are is a calculating, cold-blooded predator who hides behind money and control because if anyone ever saw the rot inside you, they’d put you down like the mad dog you are.”
My vision tunneled.
A red haze clouded the edges of my sight.
Fury cashed into me as fire crawled through my veins. I shoved her forward, pressing her against the marble edge of the vanity, my towel falling to the floor.
Her breath left her in a shocked whoosh.
She stiffened when I pressed the length of my cock against the small of her back.
I was naked. Hard. Furious. And I didn’t give a fuck that she knew it.
“Do you feel that?” I rasped in her ear. “That’s how close I am to losing the last thread of control I’ve got left.”
She bucked again, but I locked her in place with the weight of my body—pinning her arms behind her. Her legs shifted with tension.
My anger was surpassed only by my raging desire to fuck the attitude out of her.
I bent lower, brushing my lips along her temple as I whispered:
“Submit to me, and I will burn the world down for you. Fight me, and I will kill you with my bare hands.”
I didn’t release her right away—not even after I’d said the words that should’ve ended it.
