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My team already erased any evidence on the CCTV and the cleaning crew must be done with the hotel room by now. There’s still one matter I need to settle with him. Finally claiming him. I head into my bathroom and grab a glass from the sink and fill it to the brim. I hear him groan my name, and as I walk back inside my bedroom, I turn the lights off as I go. The only illumination is coming from the moon, and the soft lights in the garden outside.

“Where am I?” he asks all groggy, his head lulling from left to right while he fights with himself to open his eyes.

“You’re in my house,” I tell him, stopping at the foot of the bed.

“Where is she?” he murmurs, blinking rapidly to keep his eyes open. I hover above him and watch as he tries to push the jacket that’s crept open over his stomach. He still likes to keep his modesty after what I did to him. I grin; after what I’m planning on doing to him, he’s never going to be shy with me again.

“She’s with Tian.”

His eyes have trouble focusing on me as he tries to sit up, but his hands slip on the black satin decorating my bed. “You’re both assholes. What do you want from us?” he yells, angry tears filling his eyes.

“In case you forgot, she’s his wife, and you’re—” I pause and swallow hard, the glass of water shaking in my hand.

“I’m what?” he asks, his voice sounding like he’s fighting with himself to keep from passing out.

“Does your shoulder hurt?” I ask, changing the subject. I’m not going to tell him he’s going to be my beloved wife too. Not yet anyway.

He groans trying to move his arms. “What the hell did you shoot me with, you motherfucker?” he swears in Mandarin.

“I like it when you swear, El. Have I told you that before?” I ask, adjusting myself.

“You’re a sick fuck,” he groans, and I watch as he tries to keep his jacket from creeping open. My baby bites on his lip from the pain, pushing the jacket over his hard nipples calling me every name in the book.

“You’re only noticing that now?” I counter, liking this back and forth we have going on.

“Fuck you,” he spits out, his hand flying to his shoulder. “Damn my arms hurt,” he whines.

“It’s going to wear off, trust me.”

Locking eyes with me he roars, “I don’t trust you!” They’re on fire, and what’s that? Is it hate or yearning I see reflected in his eyes?

I let out a laugh. “Yeah, I thought so. Here,” I tell him, and place my knee on the edge of the bed to help him up. He falls forward against my chest and looks up at me with those big eyes that are half-lidded now.

“What are you going to do to me? Why am I here?” He looks sexy as hell with his red swollen lips, and his cheeks flushed. He eyes the water and licks his lips.

“You want a sip?” I taunt, ignoring his previous question because I don’t even know the answer. Can I keep him hostage here? Can I chain him to the bed?

His eyes flash to mine. “Yes,” he croaks, running his tongue over his lips.

“Say please,” I tease and love the way his eyes spit fire. I’m going to have so much fun breaking him.

“Please,” I bite out, hating how needy I sound. But I need to drink; my throat feels like it’s on fire. I’m so thirsty.

Moon places a knee next to my thigh and holds me up by the back of my neck. He takes a big sip, and motions with his chin for me to open my mouth. His eyes fly to my lips, and I instinctively open my mouth. Slowly inching forward, he angles my head and places his mouth over mine and kisses me, the liquid traveling down my throat. I drink it all and he softly places his hand on my neck, rubbing his thumb over my Adam’s apple as I swallow.

I bare my teeth at him; I want to hit him in the stomach, but I can barely feel my arms, let alone my fingers. I try to stretch them, but I can only open my palm halfway. I can’t believe the asshole shot me. I can’t believe I let him do those things to me in that hotel room, and that a part of me liked it, wanted more. The last thing I remember is the rain pelting on my face, and him almost lunging at Yuki for trying to touch me. It looked like he was ready to kill him. Yuki took a step back and eyed me warily. I saw him looking at Moon like he wanted to plow one of his daggers into his back. I tried to open my mouth to warn Moon, but no sound came out. Instead, the devil threw me over his shoulder like a sack of rice and dropped me in the backseat of his car while I tried to keep my eyes open.

I groan, and he chuckles. I hate the sound. I hate that he likes watching me be in pain. And I hate that I like him being the one to inflict it on me. Fuck, I want him to do all the fucked-up things to me he wants while I beg him to stop. I want him to hit me again. No. I need it.

My stomach flutters, I want him to kiss me again. He’s still wearing my white shirt that’s see-through from the rain and red from his blood. He isn’t wearing his belt, and the top buttons of his slacks are undone. I scan the room. My bag with all my knives is nowhere to be seen. The room looks beautiful but also empty. Just a place to stay, not a home.

“Are you looking for your bag?” he asks, his hot breath tickling my cold skin as he keeps his hand firmly locked behind my head.

I nod, swallowing hard. Fuck, I’m parched. “Yes-s-s,” I stutter.

“Here, have some water first,” he says and grabs my chin again. His firm grip leaves indents on my skin, fuck, I hate that my dick takes notice. I shouldn’t be having these reactions. I’m sick, disgusted, for still wanting him. For the way my asshole is pulsing with need. He pulls my head back and I open my mouth instinctively while he smiles, all because he’s getting what he wants.

“There we go, bǎobèi.” Grabbing the back of my head, his fingers pull on the strands before he pours the water down my throat. I drink a little before I close my mouth and he grins as it spills down my chest making the jacket more drenched than it already is. I want to tell him to fuck off, but his hand is faster as it connects with my cheek and my head whips to the side. He drops the glass on the floor, and I can’t hide the smirk on my face as the pain goes right to my groin, my cock is already throbbing painfully.