“There is good in you, I know there is,” I said frantically, pulling free of his grasp to wrap my arms around his neck, my body pressing to him. For half of a second, shock crossed his face, but he blinked it away quickly. Still, I saw it.
“You need to go back to your room,” he said, trying to step away from me. I locked my arms tighter. No. He didn’t get to shut me out again. Never again.
“When will you be back?” My voice shook with emotion at the thought of him leaving me behind again.
“Karina,” he warned, his eyes flaring.
“Col, you just played my body like a goddamn instrument. The least you could do is tell me…”
“I don’t have to tell you anything,” he growled, spinning us and slamming me into the nearest wall. A normal woman would be scared now, but I was far from normal, considering that Iwas in love with a serial killer… That should have been a good indication.
“Don’t slam me up against the wall unless you're going to fuck me into it,” I hissed, digging my nails into his neck, not backing down.
The smile he gave me was feral, making my core weep with desire.
“I plan on fucking you into a lot of things, Karina,” he said darkly as his hands landed on my ass.Oh, fuck.I whimpered as he squeezed my flesh hard…to the point that I knew I would have bruises tomorrow.
“Do it, then,” I gasped as he pressed his hips against me.
He chuckled. “Ever the eager angel you are. So ready to sin for your demon,” he said as his finger skimmed my pussy from behind.
Oh, God.
I shuttered and his forehead dropped to mine, his nostrils flaring as his jaw jumped. I arched into him, giving him more access. A phone rang, causing me to jump, and he was gone from me in an instant, crossing the room as he answered the phone, sliding his hand into his pocket.
“Sir.”
I straightened, a chill trickling down my spine. Collin never addressed anyone like that—exceptRomano. I swallowed and grabbed the shredded dress off the table. I wrapped the fabric around my body like a towel and sat in his desk chair. Listening.
“It will be taken care of, sir.”
To a stranger, his voice would sound calm, but there was an underlying tone in his voice—anger.
My brows came together as I studied him. After everything we just did, he was put together, no evidence of our passion on him. I noted how his shoulders tensed up, the way his jaw stilled every now and again.
Romano must be telling him something he didn’t like.
“Consider it done, sir.” He hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment.
“Col?” I offered.
Without warning, he threw the device across the room. I jumped as it shattered against the wall. He spun on his heel to face me, charging towards me, icy flames in those eyes. He was pissed, but not at me—at his boss.
I didn’t run.
I didn’t scream.
I held his eyes as he gripped my jaw in his tattooed hand before he leaned down, his eyes searching mine. They darkened slightly, most likely because my soul just threw a party, and he saw the fucking confetti.
“Who owns you?” he growled.
“You do,” I said instantly, fear absent from my voice.
“There's no going back after this, Karina,” he warned. “I am going to ask you again, who owns you?”
“Collin owns me,” I said, putting my hands on his chest. “I’m yours, Col.”
“That’s right, baby. You and your tight little pussy belong to me,” he said gruffly, touching my clit. I let out a small moan.
