Colorless. Flavorless. Tasteless. Lifeless.
That was Margot Kazlov.
“Assistants—” The moment I was close enough, I grabbed her jaw and yanked her forward so we were only inches away. “Assist their bosses. You help in my endeavor. You don’t have your own thoughts. You’re an extension of me. Your breathing is a privilege I allow.”
“No.” Even if she was hurting, she never showed it. “You let me breathe because it makes you feel better that something like you exists somehow.”
I grinned and dug my nails harder into her jaw. “You refused me. For years. If you won’t let me have you, I will take someone else. And I’ll f**k her in all the ways I’ve dreamt of f*****g you. I’ll get her pregnant. And we’ll have a little baby and I’ll be free of the f*****g parasite you are.”
I let go.
She did
