“It’s me, isn’t it?”
I barely hear the words. I look up at his green eyes.
“Dani, I—”
“Look, I know.” It bursts out of me. “That I’m not who you wanted. I know you probably thought I was someone prettier and thinner and cooler when you kidnapped me. And I wish I was better, because this is so unfair.” I sob. “You can’t just be nice to my dog and be so good in bed and be so amazing at pretending to be my boyfriend, then just not be mine.”
I wipe my nose. “You keep saying I’m yours, but you’ll never be mine. We won’t get married, and we won’t have kids, and you’ll never tell me you love me.”
“Dani.”
“You’ll never love me, will you? It’s not fair that you can be so perfect—”
“I’m not perfect, I—”
“Yes, you’re, like… possessive and romantic—”
“Please take the money, Dani.”
“I’d rather have you.” I look up at him.
“No, you wouldn’t.” He shakes his head. “I’m like my father—my real one, not Frank. I can’t be trusted around you.”
It’sBeauty and the Beast. My own Heathcliff. He just needs love to save him.
“Dani—”
“I drank too much. Ignore me.” I wipe my eyes.
“Dani—”
“God, this is why I don’t date—because I always knew deep down that I can’t handle it. I can’t handle things like this. I don’t even watch scary movies.”
“Dani, I can’t love you. You don’t understand.”
“I know, I know.”
“No, you don’t.” His thumb wipes the tears from under my eyes. “Do you love me?”
“I don’t know you, really. I just have a fairy-tale prince version of you built up in my head.”
He stares at me. “Do you even want to love me?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want to be in love. Everyone else finds love except me.”
“You want me to make you love me?” He whispers it. Those green eyes are as bright as the diamonds that are inexplicably all over the floor.
I swallow. “Yeah.”
He’s still for a moment. Then he jerks his chin. “Get on your hands and knees.”
“You gonna fuck my ass?” I shiver. That’s what I need—to get fucked, to feel that dick pounding in me.
He grabs my ass, spreading my cheeks. I think he’s going to push me back onto him, give me his cock. Then I feel his breath there.
“What are you… oh. ” I moan. My body seizes up as his tongue flicks out to lick my slit. “You can’t do that. My mom says nice girls don’t let guys—”
There’s another long, slow lick.
