Dark Boundaries(43)

I shove her back against the door and take hold of her jaw so she can’t pull away from me. My body looms over hers as I press my mouth hard against her trembling lips. Fuck, I missed feeling them. Luckily she doesn’t fight me. She parts her lips and I slip in, drinking in her addictive taste. My body shudders with want and I lose all sense of reasoning. I grab hold of her ass and lift her against me. She wraps her legs around my waist. With an urgency born from the intense need I feel for her, I carry her back to the bed.

I place her down gently and start trailing kisses down her neck and shoulder. I push her shirt out of the way and rain kisses on her flat stomach. Her hands grab hold of my shoulders and she pushes against me.

“What are you doing?” she asks confusion thick in her eyes.

Her response confuses me, too. I cock my head to the side, watching her closely. “I’m kissing you.” I remember what she said about kissing being too intimate. “Kris, we’ve had sex. It doesn’t get more intimate than that. I’m going to kiss you.”

She shakes her head and shoves harder at me. “We fucked,” she snaps, “actually, you fucked me and I only let you to keep myself safe. You never kissed me all over. It was only about the fuck.”

She shoves against my shoulders and I sit back, stunned by what she just said. Then anger flares hot through me. “You enjoyed it just as much!” I see the denial in her eyes and for the second time in a matter of an hour, I lose my shit. “You wanted me!” I grab hold of her and toss her back against the mattress. I press my body hard against hers so she can’t get away. “I’ll make you want me again. I paid for you, remember? You’re mine.”

My fingers work to unbutton her jeans and I drag them down her legs. I throw the irritating piece of clothing on the floor. When I turn back to her, she’s lying still. She’s not fighting me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout.

Her eyes flash and she spits the words at me, “You’re what’s wrong with me! Take what you paid for and get out!” Her anger doesn’t last and fizzles quickly away. She turns onto her side and buries her face in the pillow.

I’m losing control. She’s making me do things I don’t want to do. I just want her back and I don’t know how to do that. I lie down behind her and I hold her close as she cries, letting her get rid of the pent up emotions.

Once she calms down, I brush strands of hair from her face. I lean half over her so I can see her reaction to what I’m about to say. “I want to get to know the real you.”

She scoffs, “Unless you’re taking what you paid for, I have nothing more to say to you.”

My patience is wearing thin and the words just tumble out. “Fine, if that’s how you want to play this game.” I turn her so she’s flat on her back and looking up at me. “I paid for you and for that fifty thousand dollars I want three months of your life in which you belong to me.”

Her mouth drops open but I quickly cover it with my hand. “I’m not finished. For those three months you’re moving in with me. You’ll do everything I ask of you. You’ll pretend to like me until you fucking believe it yourself!”

I push myself away from her and get up. She immediately darts up, her cheeks pink with outrage. “My life is not a game! I won’t just pack up and become your slave! I have a bookstore to run! I have-”

I hold my hand up to silence her and when she flinches - as if I’d ever hit her - I make up my mind. “You’re coming with me so I can fix this shit. I’ll hire someone to look after your store. I’ll…” I was about to say I’ll give her the night to pack, but then I might just give her time to run. Looking around her apartment there isn’t much to pack anyway. “Screw that idea. You’re coming with me now.” I know what I’m about to say is a low blow, but I need to cement this idea. “It’s either three months or you pay me back the fifty thousand dollars.”

She gasps, “I didn’t tell you to pay for me! Where am I going to get fifty thousand dollars? Every cent I have is in my bookstore.”

“Well, then that settles it. You’re coming with me.” She looks like she’s on the verge of tears. “Come on, Kris, how bad can it be? It’s just three months.”

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Chapter Thirty Four



Kristine~

How the hell am I going to last three months?

It hasn’t even been an hour and I want to kill him. He’s so damn bossy. I don’t remember him being like this, but then again, maybe I was just too scared those ten days to notice it.