Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I smirk.

She still wants me. I walk over to my dresser and pull out a dark pair of boxer briefs and put them on. I walk to my closet, pull a pair of sweatpants out, and put them on before walking back out.

She’s biting her lip when she gawks at me.

“Coffee no sugar, extra crispy bacon, and eggs sunny side up?” I ask, although I know it’s what she wants.

She nods with a grin.

Damn that grin. It’s beautiful. Just looking at it makes me happy.

I dash down the stairs to put in our order and impatiently wait before I carry both of our breakfasts on a tray upstairs.

When I return, I place the tray on Eden’s lap before climbing into bed next to her and taking my coffee off. I start drinking it while I wait for her ridiculous proposal I’m going to say no to.

She takes her time and drinks her coffee while nibbling on the bacon on her plate. I made sure the cooks prepared plenty of bacon for her since it’s her favorite part of breakfast.

“So you going to tell me what your proposition is or what? I have a lot of work I should be doing.”

She sighs and twirls the piece of bacon between her finger.

“Fine. I would like to make a deal with you.”

“I figured that. What kind of deal?”

She sucks in a breath. She’s nervous. Her hand is shaking slightly, and her breathing has sped up.

“The kind where I get more sex like last night.”

I laugh. “Nina tried the same thing. You can’t seduce me and get me to fall in love with you to help you escape. If I fell in love with you, it would only make you more trapped. Remember how it turned out for Nina?”

She blushes. “I’m not trying to convince you to fall in love with me. That’s not what I want.”

“What do you want then?”

“I want more sex like last night. Sex that makes me feel good but in control. I don’t want to be raped. I want the kind that makes me feel stronger afterward.”

I shake my head. “Not going to happen. Last night was a one-time thing. I did it because I don’t want another guy in your head. Now I can talk to you. Question you. Torture you. Or rape you without worrying you are thinking about any man but me.”

She laughs, but it’s nervous. “You won’t rape me.”

I raise an eyebrow and inch toward her, watching as the breathing in her chest becomes weaker. “I won’t?”

“No, you won’t. I believe your story. You love Nina or are still obsessed with her or whatever your feelings are toward her. I believe that to be true. If you want to have a chance at having Nina back at the end of all of this, then you won’t rape me. You know she would never forgive you for it. She’ll forgive you for kidnapping me, but not rape. That’s how I know you won’t do it.”

I frown. “Fine. But that doesn’t mean I’ll fuck you. I have plenty of women at my disposal to fuck when I want.”

She smirks. “You might. But they aren’t who you want. You want Nina. And me. Admit it.”

“No. I like hurting women. Raping them. I don’t fuck often. Not for a woman’s pleasure.”

“Fuck me, and for every time I let you fuck me, you hold off looking for Nina for one week.”

I narrow my eyes chuckling softly. “That sounds like you get two things you want and I get nothing.”

Her eyes hide behind her lashes. “I said fuck me how you want. Rough, dirty, filthy. Do what you want to me, and if I don’t stop you, then Nina gets one more week of freedom.”

“You think fucking you last night was that good for me?”