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“Why did you pass out? Don’t you have enough food in this damned manor?”

It’s hard to hold back my laughter.

What the hell is this man talking about?

“You’re getting worked up over nothing.”

“Why did you call them, then?”

“Richard was with me.”

“And the other one?” He furrows his brow, his gaze darkening.

“Nate? He was worried.”

His teeth grind.

“Stop calling him that, damn it—”

I push a lock of hair away from his forehead.

“Do not shout.”

“Do not look at me that way.”

“What way?” I ask, keeping my gaze locked on his lips.

“As if you want me to hurt you.”

My hand remains suspended, he holds it fast.

“Is that not what you crave?”

His throat constricts. “No.”

I try to pull away, but this time his hands grip both my wrists with absolute firmness.

“I have already given you what you desired. Was it not enough? What do you want now? Seek it elsewhe—”

He does not allow me to finish the sentence. His grip shifts to my nape, fingers lacing through my hair, and then he lifts me with terrifying agility. My back hits the table with a dull thud. A chalice shatters at my feet, shards of crystal spraying everywhere.

He climbs over me, knees pinning my hips, and hands capturing my face. His breath, hot and heavy, hits my neck; his lips remain suspended a breath away from mine, menacing.

“Do you truly think you can do whatever you want?”

“You had vanished... why did you come back to torment me?” I scream, my voice coming out rawer than I intended.

His groin presses down, and my body reacts; our erections, separated only by fabric, collide in silence.

He bites my chin.

“Who said I had vanished? Who claimed it was enough? Who said I had obtained what I craved, damn you?”

His face moves closer to mine.

“I had you on my skin,” he whispers. “Your hand... on my cock. Your breaths...”

A tremor runs through his throat as he utters the words.