He narrows his eyes at me. “Promises mean nothing to me. Actions do.”
“Nothing?” I frown. “What about the papers signed in blood?”
“Exactly. What about them?” he retorts. “They were promises too.”
Shit. I really dug a hole for myself there.
“You signed them, Jas … with your blood.”
His words feel heavy, as though he’s trying to reach inside my chest and rip out my heart.
He is right, though. I did sign them. I remember vividly.
And now he’s intent on making me keep my promise.
“What do you want?”
“You.” It comes out in a single breath. No hesitation. No regret. And something about that feels visceral. Powerful.
“How?”
His hand clenches into a fist, and I can’t help but zoom in on it and all the veins protruding from his skin.
“On your knees.”
A part of me actually contemplates doing it even though I know what it could lead to. What he could make me do.
But what other choice do I have?
It’s either being stuck in here forever or doing what he tells me to do.
Remember why you came here. To protect your sister, you have to kill him … or give him what he wants.
So I slowly sink to my knees in front of him, using one hand to keep the small piece of fabric he destroyed perched over my boobs so I don’t completely expose myself.
“Now what?” The question comes out in a short breath.
He comes closer, each thunderous footstep like that of a bear. He towers over me like a goddamn beast, and I can’t help but swallow hard.
His hand reaches for my face, and I close my eyes, expecting a slap for my attempt at murdering him. I’m not prepared when he places the softest caress along my cheek. My eyes burst open at the sound of his gruff voice.
“Now … you show me how badly you want out of here.”
His thumb slides down my cheek and drags down my lips, lingering near the bottom where he tugs my chin down enough to open my mouth. And his thumb dips in, sliding across my tongue. And I can’t help but gaze up into his dark, smoldering eyes filled with hunger. Greed.
A show of power by a man obsessed with owning me.
The low rumble emanating from his chest sets my body on fire.
When his veiny hand moves to his jeans and rips down the zipper, I know exactly what he desires from me. What he’s been craving since I first came here. And I can’t help myself when my eyes travel across his thick abs all the way down to his V-line that disappears into those same jeans, and he pulls out what has to be the biggest cock I have ever seen even though I’ve only seen them online.
My God.
The length, the girth … and it’s not even hard.
I swallow down the lump in my throat as it bobs up and down right in front of me.
Fuck. How am I supposed to—?