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Much more than I cared to admit.

I couldn’t remember the last time someone did.

“Why were you ordered to watch me?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me. Do you have cameras in my house?”

Dealing with the tantrum she was about to throw, I spoke another truth, “Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”

Her face dropped. “The food… it was you?”

“It made you happy.”

Her eyes widened, realizing what this meant. “So you’ve watched me shower?”

Being the asshole I was, I acknowledged…

* * *

“Among other things.”

Chapter

Thirty-Five

Onyx: When someone tells you, “You’ve changed,” it might simply be because you’ve stopped living your life their way.

She gasped. “You shameless bastard!” She went at me again. This time, she lunged for me, getting on top of me.

In less than a second, I flipped us over, gripping her throat with my bloody hand, marking her. “Who do you think you’re fucking with?” Unable to resist provoking her, I insisted, “I’m going to need that dagger back now. You can keep the belt.” Licking away her tears from her cheek, I bit, “I’ll tie you up with it.”

All the color drained from her face. “It was you… How did⁠—”

“Hennessy,” I half sang, purposely trying to taunt her. If we were going to have it out, then I was going to enjoy it. “You haven’t been paying attention. I fucking warned you.”

“But you showed me your hands.”

Cocking my head to the side with an evil grin, I confessed, “I just showed you what I wanted you to see. Haven’t you met the makeup artist?”

She rasped, “You fucking asshole.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “How many ways do I have to prove that to you?”

“Why?”

I maliciously smiled. “We’re bonded for life now. You’re mine.”

“You can’t own my soul unless I consent,” she breathed out, not waiting a second. “Rule number one, asshole. The devil can’t collect what isn’t owed to him. That’s free will, you fucking asshole!”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it, loving the fact she already knew that. Sucking on her bottom lip, I scoffed out, “You’re too smart for your own good.”

She didn’t let me get away with it, chomping down on my tongue when I slid it into her mouth. I groaned loudly, and it only made my dick harder. I claimed what was mine, continuing my descent. She kissed me back, not that I didn’t expect her to.

She was as addicted to me as I was to her.

I couldn’t help but notice how vulnerable she felt. How exposed she was to me at that moment. Hennessy didn’t just poison me. She was venomous to herself as well. Belladonna ended up being toxic for both of us, and I hadn’t seen that coming.