I paused. “You sent messages.” My words came out weak.
He shook his head, and his eyes locked onto mine. “I should’ve stormed your room, made you come to me.”
“You didn’t need to force it. I agreed.”
His sharp gaze narrowed on my face. “Whotold you I couldn’t meet with you?”
I blinked, trying to remember. “Surren, I think, one of the nights. Lord Briscalar, on another.”
“Lies.”
“They’re my friends. And while they’re eager to protect me, I don’t believe they’d lie about something like that.”
“Then someone interfered.”
“Who?”
“That’s what we need to find out.”
“There’s nowein this.” And why was I having an almost reasonable conversation with him?
It didn’t take long for my anger to churn through me once more.
“Don’t say us,” I snapped. “There never will be an us.”
“You are my wife,” he growled. “You marriedme.”
“I married Merrick. You’re two separate people.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Once again, he was making me think, shoving my fury to the side when I needed to hold it tight. If I couldn’t use it as a wallbetween us, I’d give in, and he and Merrick would complete whatever nasty plan they’d dreamed up for their “pretty little bride”.
He juggled my hands still bound over my head, continuing to pin me while holding up his wrist with the mating mark that matched my own. Moonlight streamed in through the window, stroking it, arching off of it weaving around his wrist, exactly like mine. “Seeing you, but never permitted to touch.”
“You broke that rule when you ground your cock against me on the ship.”
His lips quirked up on one corner before smoothing. “I seem to remember you thrusting your pretty little clit against my cock, taking considerable pleasure from my body. You came so sweetly in my arms.”
“You caught me at a bad time.”
“You wanted me then. You want me now.” He dragged his nose along my neck to the crests of my breasts. “Like I will always crave you.”
If he pushed this…
Force was one thing. I’d fight him to the bitter end if he did something like that.
But if he tried to seduce me, would I be able to resist?
“Let me go.” It was all I could do to make my voice sound calm and collected, though there was no reasoning with this man.
“I’m afraid I can’t.”
There he was, confirming my assumption.
“Let me go or I’ll…”
“You’ll what? Will you grab your blades from wherever I flung them and try to kill me again, my pretty little bride?”
