“Objectify you?” He intones stonily. “Last I checked, sweetheart, you didn’t seem to mind too much about me objectifying you, or is that only subject to the bedroom?” He drawls lowly, his eyes slowly raking over my face. “In fact, you’ve never complained at all.”
I glare at him and squirm in his hold. “That’s completely different, and you damn well know it. You took a photo of me in a state where I was naked and vulnerable without my consent.”
“Again…it was a means to save your life. Would you have rather I sent your dear old Dad a finger instead?”
“I would have preferred my father hadn’t seen me naked and bound to a bed!” I hiss, trying to push him off me, but he wouldn’t budge. “Let go of me, Damien. If you can lie about this, God only knows what else you’re hiding from me.”
“I wouldn’t call it a lie, more like an omission.”
“Bullshit. Lying by omission is still a lie, Damien; however, you put it.” Damien sighs, closing his eyes briefly. I can feel the waves of agitation radiating off of him.
“Stop waffling Ezra and tell me what the fuck it is you want from me? I’m getting real sick of repeating myself. Once again, I never promised you anything other than keeping you alive, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m keeping my side of the deal. I never asked you to fall in love with me. What do you fucking want from me?” He questions, his tone low and annoyance evident.
I drop my gaze from his and shake my head sullenly. “Since when does it matter what I want? You’re not capable of giving me what I want anyway, right, so I don’t want anything from you. The only thing I want is for this to be over.”
“Fine, if that’s what you want,” He sighs and stares hard at my forehead like he was trying to see through it. “We’ll get a divorce.”