Page 29 of Madness

“I’m not wearing your shirt.”

I don’t lose my temper easily, but this night was pushing me. It wasn’t going how I had expected it to. My mind wasn’t working right seeing her in my space. She felt out of place and right at the same time. I hadn’t thought this plan out. I shouldn’t have brought her here.

But I knew if I let her go to work, someone would die. I wouldn’t be able to watch another man touch her. Flirt with her. I would need to kill him.

“Go in the room and change.” I ordered.

“No.” Her defiant eyes glowered at me.

I stepped forward, forcing her to move away from me. Her back hit the door with a dull thud as she sucked in a sharp inhale. She was afraid. Good. I was back where I needed to be.

“You can go in there and put the shirt on, or you can eat naked.”

I leaned forward until my lips brushed the pulse in her neck. It beat rapidly against my mouth. My hand twitched, wanting to come up to that pulse right now and end her life. To leave a permanent mark on her life. Her soul. She’d never forget the man who ended her.

It would only take a firm squeeze. It would be so easy. People didn’t realize how easy it was to kill someone. Or maybe they wouldn’t let themselves realize it. Or maybe it was just me.

But I wouldn’t kill the little dove tonight because I liked the feel of her pulse. I wanted how it beat and fluttered for me.

“Don’t test me. There’s nothing I want more than to see every inch of your breakable body.”

She let out a small squeak as she opened the door without looking away from me. She backed into the room, maintaining eye contact until the door closed.

I wanted to open that door. Strip her out of her clothes and fuck her on the floor. I wanted to make her cry out in pain as I slammed into that tight pussy. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.

The plan. I had to stick to the plan.

Break her. Toss her aside.

Kincaid emerged a few minutes later. My chest constricted. My dick jumped in my pants as my eyes tracked her body. Her bare, petite feet. Her naked legs, my shirt stopping mid-thigh. Her luscious hips. The cinching in at her waist. Her plump tits. The smooth skin at her throat. Finally, stopping on her wintery eyes.

Cazzo.

17

Kincaid

The fury in Maddox’s eyes felt like it was piercing my heart. Stopping it from beating. Why was he so mad? He was the one who brought me here. Gave me his clothes. I didn’t want any of this.

Except… It was interesting to get a glimpse of him.

I had expected him to live in a penthouse in the city. In a weird way, this estate fit him. It felt big, imposing, like him. There was a coldness, an aloofness, that mirrored his personality. It would probably be a beautiful house if it had some homey touches. Some art or family pictures. A little color. Maybe a decorative rug.

Why was I redecorating his house?

I swallowed as he stared at me intently for another minute. His blue eyes trying to burrow into my thoughts. He seemed to always know what I was thinking, but I never knew what he was. I didn’t even know why I wanted to know.

It had to be to save myself. The more I knew about him, the better I could understand him. Understand his obsession with me. Understand how to get away. Because that was still the plan. I needed to get away.

Maddox’s hand closed around the nape of my neck. He didn’t hurt or squeeze; it was a possessive touch, letting me know I had no escape. A shiver ran down my spine. I tried to close my eyes and ignore the sensation. Tried to blame it on the chill or my lack of clothes.

“Come.” My heart stuttered in my chest as my pussy clenched. “Dinner is waiting.”

I was here for the money. Only the money. I didn’t like this. Or him.

Only the money. I hate him.

I repeated the words over and over again in my head as he led me back down the stairs and into a massive dining room. Floor-to-ceiling windows covered one wall; another had a door that I assumed led into the kitchen. There was a giant wood table big enough for at least twelve people.