“You need topayfor what you did.”
He cocked his head to the side. “What did I do?”
Jaw clenching, my heart hammered against my ribs as my ears rang.
No.
He didn’t deserve my words.
Link stepped further in and shut the door after him before he faced me again. “Baby, what did I do?”
Lifting my hand, I pointed the tip of my blade his way. “Youwillpay for what you did.”
He spread his arms wide and moved closer. “Okay, I’ll pay. Cut me, mark me, make me bleed, but tell me what I’m paying for.”
I ground my teeth together.
With a flick of my wrist, red coated his neck and cheek from the slight cuts I’d opened.
He didn’t even flinch. “I’ll take it. I’ll take anything you give me, baby, as long as you talk to me.”
I threw the sword to the ground, hands fisting at my sides. “You’re a prick.”
“I am.”
“And annoying.”
“Totally.”
“I hate you,” I clipped.
“I deserve it all, baby, but tell me what I need to pay for.”
“No.”
“Snook, come on. Tell me, please.”
“No.”
He pouted.
This grown man pouted as he pressed his hands together under his chin while begging, “Pretty please.” I looked awayand then felt his fingers under my chin, turning my head back. “Please, baby.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why do I need to pay?” he asked softly.
I shoved at his chest, but he stayed where he was, brushing the backs of his fingers over my cheek. Blood seeped from the cuts I gave him. I watched it run down over his jaw.
“Baby—”
I pushed his hand away and glared. “Because you mademefeel.”
“Feel what?” He pushed against me, cupping my cheeks.
“Leave.”
“Baby, what did I make you feel?”
