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“Eden,” he starts, but I keep ignoring him. The second I’m dressed I hurry across the room, only for Castor beat me to it.
His palm holds the door shut.
“Let me go,” I beg.
Twisting me around, he ignores my protests until he’s once again looming over me. “You will learn quickly that I don’t tolerate disobedience from my playthings.”
“I’m not your plaything.”
“Mm…” he laughs. “I think you will be.”
My breath stills. I don’t know what he’s talking about and I don’t care to find out. But when I try to grab the handle, he just pins my wrist above my head again.
“I’m going to make a deal with you, Princess Eden.” His husky voice makes me shudder.
“Unless this deal involves you leaving me alone, I’m not interested,” I try to growl but it comes out as more of a whimper.
He chuckles. “How about this then, either you accept what I ask of you or I make your stay here miserable.”
“How about you leave me alone.”
His grin makes my belly sink. “The correct answer was ‘of course I’ll do anything you ask, sir’, but if you’d rather I make your life here very difficult… that can be arranged.”
I don’t like his tone, but while he’s looming over me like this there’s nothing I can do other than give in to him. “What do you want?” I ask quietly.
“There’s my sweet girl,” he murmurs. “What I want is for you to belong to me as much as you belong to my brother.”
I gasp. “What?”
“I want you to enjoy your life here, let my brother court you, smile prettily when he brings you nice things, but when I call upon you, and I will, you will be my plaything.”
Anger burns in my throat. “So you want to rape me?”
“You really think so little of me?”
“Yes,” I growl.
Tightening his grip on my wrist, he exhales. “I’m not a rapist, Eden. And as much as you might want me to, I have no interest in taking your virtue. I’ll leave that to my brother. Hell only knows what he’d do if I took that from him.” For a moment, the darkness in his gaze gives way to something much more vulnerable, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. “I only wish to play with you. You’re courting my brother after all. Brothers share.”
“And what would Lux think about that?” I challenge.
“Lux’s bond with me runs deeper than you could ever know,” he says seriously. “So he’ll believe me when I say you came to me early this morning and squirmed your needy pussy against my hand.”
My knees feel weak. “What?”
“I’ll tell him that you came in here, desperate for me to touch you, and when I rejected you, you practically threw yourself at me.”
“I would never—”
“And he’ll believe me, of course, because who are you to come between two brothers?” He grins wickedly.
My throat constricts. Would Lux really believe him over me?
I don’t know.
“Why are you doing this?” I whisper.
“Because Lux is so infatuated with you, and the longer I spend around you, the more I’m starting to understand why.” He cups my jaw. “And if you’re marrying my brother, you ought to get used to living with me too.” He pats my cheek condescendingly.
