Page 16 of Betrothed in Fury
“I preferred having you tied up. Is that what you’d like to happen again?”
Logan gets even closer, until I can feel his breath. “You’re gonna have to do that again if you want me to do anything you want.”
I’m intrigued. “That sounds like a request.”
He flinches. “No, I don’t want that. I want you to leave me the hell alone.”
I’m stewing in my rage. “For someone who wants his family to be protected, you sure are playing with fire.”
“If we plan to make this work, and I do meanif, then I’m not gonna live my life doing whatever you want, so maybe you should just get used to it.”
As obstinate as he’s being, his comment sets me at ease. Because he’s already saying it, suggesting he’ll honor the arrangement.
“I’m fine with you having freedom, but you won’t cheat on me.”
“What am I supposed to do for sex while we’re together? You know I’ll need pussy. Surely, you’re not expecting…” He trails off, mouth hanging open as he takes in the seriousness in my expression.
“I told you you’d have to consummate the relationship.”
“Yeah, but after that…”
“After, you’re mine,” I say, and can’t help myself, this part of me that knows he’s mine. I seize his wrist. He tries to pull away, but I resist him, needing to remind him who’s in charge.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re out of your damn mind?” he asks.
“Everyonetells me that.”
He yanks again, earning his freedom.
I consider how easy it would be to knife him right now, then hate myself for the thought because I’m talking about my future wife here. But he knows how to push my buttons, ignite this rage that burns in my soul—that’s always been there and only gets worse as the years pass by.
As if the last few minutes didn’t happen, Logan says, “I’m gonna go find Alana and see if maybe I can save this.”
He spins around and takes a step before my words chase after him: “Not the best thing for her, is it?” I’m impressed by how smoothly that comes out, and it effectively stops him in his tracks.
He turns back to me. “What did you just say to me, you goddamn psychopath?”
He’s furious, and so fucking right. I’m glad I’ve got him so worked up since now he knows how I feel.
“You heard.”
“What does she have to do with this?”
“She’s the one trying to seduce you right now.”
“I’m not yours, so I don’t see what the issue is.”
I grit my teeth, tightening my fists even more, thinking if I tense up much further, I might give myself an aneurysm. “Is that what you’ve decided, then? To sever the agreement? Because say the word and it’s done, and you can go fuck any of the women who came here tonight. If not, though, you are mine. Or does your word mean nothing to you?”
His nostrils flare. I’ve struck a nerve, since we both know our words are all we have in our business. His offense assures me he’s the sort of man I figured, a man worthy of being my prize.
“Because if you decide to fuck her,” I go on, “well, this wouldn’t be the first time someone who’s touched my things ended up at the bottom of a river.”
His eyes widen, then narrow, as though he’s trying to work out how serious I’m being.
But I’m always serious.
“If you’re gonna punish someone for my actions, it should be me.”
