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Markus

You mean you’ll protect me from anyone but yourself…

All afternoon that sentence has played on repeat in my mind, a constant reminder of how selfish I am with her. I could easily release her and let her go back to her mediocre college life.

That would be the right thing to do, the good thing, but I never said I was good, and I certainly didn’t pay a million dollars just to let her go. If that were the case, I could’ve set the money on fire.

I’m going to get my fill of her, use her, and keep her until I see fit. Even then, the thought of letting her go doesn’t sit well with me. I try to distract myself from the thought of her leaving. It’s not happening, not for a while at least, if ever.

After burning the collar and the tracking device, we spend the afternoon outside. I cut wood while Fallon sits and watches me. She attempts to act like she isn’t staring at my shirtless chest, watching the rivulets of sweat drip down my body, but I catch her more than once with a lustful haze swirling in her blue eyes.

Afternoon gives way to evening, and we return inside for dinner. I let Fallon make a casserole, and she takes her time doing it. When she puts it in the oven, I stand, shoving my chair across the tiled floor.

Fallon turns and looks at me, her pink lips parted. Surprise at my sudden movement flickers in her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Come upstairs with me.”

It’s not a question. I’m not asking her to do it. I’m telling her she is doing it. She gets the point and walks over to me.

I gesture for her to walk ahead of me and watch her ass as it bounces as we make our way up the stairs. My cock, of course, hardens in my jeans, but I ignore it. I need to focus on the task at hand, seeing if she will follow my directions or disobey me.

At the top of the landing, she heads for the bedroom without further direction. I smirk, enjoying how easily she bends to my will, knowing exactly where to go.

Once inside the bedroom, she stops and whirls around on me, her arms now crossed over her chest. Her brows are pinched together, and she seems confused.

“I made dinner. I thought you might want to eat that before…”

“Sex?” I answer.

She nods, and I smirk. “We aren’t having sex. I want you to sit on the edge of the bed and remain there the entire time. I’m going to take a quick shower.”

Shock blossoms in her eyes, and she moves to do just as I instructed, looking up at me through her long lashes once seated. She’s damn beautiful, and maybe in another universe, she could be something else to me, but here, in the now, she is my very expensive fuck toy.

I unbutton my jeans and shove them down my legs. The afternoon sun felt great beating on my skin, and my muscles feel less tense after splitting wood. I can feel Fallon’s eyes on me as I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower.

I don’t have to warn her what will happen if she’s not there when I get out. Reminding myself that this is a test and that if she fails, it’s her own fault, I step into the shower.

I wash my hair and body quickly, but also make sure I go slow enough so that if she is planning to do something, she has a little bit of time.

By the time I’m done in the shower, I’m prepared to have to chase Fallon down buck-ass naked, but I’m surprised to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, right where I left her. Her azure eyes move upward, drinking me in, and my cock twitches against my leg… She’s a siren, and I’m drawn into her compelling gaze.

She passed. She had the chance to run, and she didn’t. There is a small jolt of pleasure coursing through my body at that realization. I want her to trust me and for me to trust her. It’s stupid for me to want her trust, or for her to even trust me, but I want it, nonetheless.

I dry off and get dressed in some sweats.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Let’s go eat dinner,” I declare, and like a toy soldier, she jumps to her feet.

“You acted like you expected me to run away,” Fallon whispers.

“That’s because I did.”

Fallon’s gaze falls. Maybe she thought I’d started to trust her, but I haven’t. If she is smart, she will run the first chance she gets because if I have it my way, she’ll never be free of me.

* * *

She climbs into the bed and extends her arms out to me.

I grab the rope from the nightstand and wrap it around her wrists so it’s binding but not digging into her skin. I still don’t trust that she isn’t going to make a run for it.

“I’m not going to run. If I was going to, I would’ve already.”

I look up from her wrists and at her heart-shaped face. Her eyes look like little sapphire jewels. “This is for your protection, not mine.”

“What do you mean?”

Pushing on her shoulder, I ease her back against the pillow. Her face is still a mask of confusion and remains that way as I pull the blanket up, shut the light off, and nestle into the spot beside her. I toss my arm over her middle and spoon her, molding us together like clay. She sucks a sharp, almost fearful breath into her lungs. She reminds me of a spooked horse right now, willing and ready to fight. She won’t win this battle, though.

After a moment, she settles against me, the tension in her body seeping outward. A second later, she clears her throat.

“What did you mean, Markus?”

For a moment, I contemplate not telling her. It will only scare her more, pushing her further away from me, which is the last thing I want. I want her to trust me, to need me, but I also need to make it apparent what happens to her if she betrays me or crosses the line.

Burying my face into her hair, I inhale deeply. Her scent calms me and makes me wonder if I can do better, be better. It’s nonsense to think such a thing. I’ve been a stone-cold killer since Julian’s father asked me to work for him. Some five-foot, blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman isn’t going to sway me away from that life.

I’m a monster. That’s all I’ll ever be, all I want to be.

Our differences don’t stop the possessive need, though, nor do they make me want her any less. Holding her tighter, I find her ear and press my lips to her thundering pulse beneath it. I kiss the sensitive flesh, wanting to do so much more than that.

“In a way, it protects you because if you were to get away from me, all bets are off. You are mine, and not only will I kill anyone who tries to take you away from me, but I will also punish you severely for trying to leave.”

Silence, aside from our shallow breaths, surrounds us. I hate myself for the things I’m going to do and the things I’ve already done, but even if I could go back in time, I would do it all again. This is who I am.

“Does that mean the only way out of this is death?” Her voice is so low, it’s almost a whisper. A lump suddenly develops in my throat.

She still believes that there is a way out of this?

“It means there is no way out.”

My response might be cruel, but it’s the truth. Fallon will never escape me. She became ensnared in my web, sealing her fate in my life the moment she walked across that stage and met my steely gaze.