Chapter 126
Why didn’t his touch repulse me? Why did it settle into my skin instead of crawling over it? It should! It should make me sick! His hands didn’t belong to me—they belonged to another woman. The silver glint of the wedding band on his finger was a brutal reminder of that fact.
“I said don’t touch me ever again,” I repeated, my voice clipped and tight, barely concealing the quake beneath.
Before I could take another breath, a hand latched around my upper arm, rough and possessive, and twisted me around. My body collided with his chest, hard and unyielding. The air was knocked from my lungs. I lifted my gaze slowly, warily, meeting eyes that were no longer cool but dark, stormy, crackling with heat and something terrifying.
“You can’t stop me from touching what is already mine,” his voice was no longer gentle. It was coarse and hungry, vibrating with unspoken threats.
A hollow, humorless laugh spilled from me. “Yours?”
His hands began to rub my arms, slow strokes that pretended to soothe but were laced with control. “Do I need to remind you how much I own you and your body?”
I shook my head, shoving back the helpless feeling that crawled into my chest. “Do I need to remind you that you married me forcefully?” I snarled, my voice barbed with disgust. “I have no desire for you anymore, Alessandro!”
His eyes gleamed with dark amusement, and it sent a chill down my spine. “Does the contract still bother you, Nikolai?”
“Why would it bother me? You made it clear the last time that I meant nothing to you. I just don’t care anymore. I’m done and I will leave sooner or later.”
He chuckled low, dark, dangerous and it rumbled through his chest into mine. He gave a slow shake of his head, like he was amused by a foolish child. “The amount of disrespect you show me makes me want to do crazy shit, Nikolai. I have no fucking idea why I let you get away
with all this. I’ve killed men for less.”
“I’m not scared of your empty threats,” I lied through clenched teeth. But my body betrayed me my heart pounded violently against my ribs, my stomach twisted. I was scared of him. I was scared of everything. Even my shadow scared me nowadays. But I couldn’t show it. I wouldn’t.
I had seen too much fear, smelled it in the air, tasted it on my tongue. I refused to let him taste mine.
A smirk curled at the edge of his mouth. “That is brave of you, Niko. Fucking stupid, but brave nonetheless.*
I glared at him, hatred flickering in my eyes like sparks from a dying fire. I stepped to the side, trying to escape but his hands slammed down on the sink counter behind me, caging me in with his arms. I was trapped again, cornered Hike prey.
“Let me go!”
“No.”
My breathing became shallow, frantic. I met his gaze head–on, searching for the boy I used to know finding only the stranger he’d become. He wanted me pliant. He wanted me small again. He wanted the Nikolai who whispered for permission just to breathe.
But I wasn’t that person anymore. I couldn’t be.
“Let. Me. Go!” I gritted each word like a weapon.
His fingers moved swiftly, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping my face up. “You don’t order me, it’s the other way
around.”
Their voices screamed in my head the ones who took from me, the ones who broke me. I could still hear them, still feel their breath in my ears when they ordered me to kneel, to smile, to suffer.
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Chapter 126
I would not be broken again. Not now. Not by him.
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