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“She’s a slave, Sir. We had no idea. I apologize.”
“Pearl, baby, did either of them ever touch you? Hurt you?”
She paused as the smaller guard squirmed just outside the doors.
“Hurt, no.”
“Pearl, don’t lie to me.”
Small hands wrapped around my bicep, and I glanced down as she stepped around my side so that I could see her. Gray eyes were more blueish-lavender as her stare softened.
“They treated me no different than any of the other guards would have. They don’t see me like you. Take me home.” One of her hands came over and lifted to grab onto my shirt. I could see the taller guard shift in my peripheral as she moved in. “Babies,” she mouthed. “I leave for the surgery so early, and we’re going to have a long night. We’re running out of time.”
“You’re wrong.He sees you. But no one looks at you like that but me.No one.” My eyes cut over to meet with the taller guard’s. “I’m no fool. I’d advise you to keep your head down if you see her around. Let me catch you close to her again and more than your eyes are going to be missing.”
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Ethan was gluttonous in his jealousy. Claiming as he blindly led us inside the apartment. How we made it home, I had no idea. The moment we were alone on the elevator, he hadn’t stopped kissing me. His mouth and hands were everywhere. And me, I was so blissed out, I couldn’t even get my mind to focus on the simplest task…like walking or speaking. My hands knew what to do. As one held around his neck, the other was desperately pulling at the bottom of the long-sleeve shirt he wore. Slipping underneath to make contact with the hard muscles of his stomach as he kept walking me backwards in our living room. But as for rationality, I had none. I had instinct and a mission. Nothing mattered more than that.
“You protected them.”
Glass from the lamp shattered as the back of my legs connected with the end table and I pitched back. Ethan easily held to me, making more threatening sounds as he pulled me in against him tighter. He didn’t let me answer. His kiss turned bruising as he walked us to the bedroom.
“He wanted you. I won’t forget the way he looked at you. I won’t forget him.”
“Moore? The guard?”
Ethan’s head jerked back. Green was so dark as he stared down.
“You remembered his name?”
“If it makes you feel better, I remember most names.”
“Who’s the shorter one?”
I blinked through the question, not able to recall. It had a rumbling sound leaving Ethan as he swung me down, pinning me on the bed.
“He wasn’t important. But Moore…you remembered him.”
“He wasn’t mean to me. He was curious about my scars.”
“Because he wanted you.” Ethan growled as he pushed up my dress. “He better take my threat to heart or else I’ll eat his right in front of you.”
“Stop it.” My tone was soft as I reached up to cup his angry face. “You have nothing to worry about. You have me, not him. Just you.”
“But he wanted you.”
“How do you think I’m going to feel? Everyone wants you, Ethan. I’m not going to be burning the world down because of it. I have you, and you’re mine now, aren’t you? Only mine?”
Ethan’s jaw flexed and he nodded.
“Show me. Be mine.”
A barely existent moan left him. Where I expected Ethan to lower back to me, he lifted, scooping me in his arms instead. All I could do was clutch onto his shirt as he swept us into the bathroom. Adrenaline spiked. A flash of sickness rolled. As quick as the reactions were, they faded just as fast when a part of me knew they shouldn’t have.
“You want me to show you what it’s like to be mine?”
He placed my feet on the ground, spinning me to unzip my dress. Merlot silk pooled at my feet and as he lowered pulling down my panties, all I could do was stare at the death clock ahead.