Dangerous Temptations
529 Words
“I don’t want you to.”
The words had slipped out before I could stop them, and now they hung between us like a live wire, sparking with danger. His eyes darkened, sharp with satisfaction, but I wasn’t about to hand myself over that easily.
I straightened my spine, forcing my voice into a careless lilt. “But don’t get the wrong idea. Just because I don’t want your son anymore doesn’t mean I’m yours.”
His smirk was slow, predatory, the kind of smile that made my stomach twist with heat and warning all at once. “Oh, sweetheart, you are mine. You just haven’t admitted it yet.”
“Bold of you to assume,” I shot back, brushing past him toward the café door. “Maybe I don’t want either of you. Maybe I’m better off alone.”
But as I reached for the handle, his hand shot out, strong fingers curling around my wrist—not harsh, but firm enough to stop me cold. The heat of his grip seared into my skin, sending a shiver through me I didn’t want him to see.
His voice was low, dangerous, meant only for me. “You’re too beautiful to waste on boys who betray you. And too clever to be alone. You want revenge, don’t you?”
My breath caught. Of course, I wanted revenge. I wanted my ex to choke on regret every time he saw me. I wanted him to crumble when he realized I’d slipped beyond his reach forever.
But wanting revenge and giving myself to his father were two very different things.
I tugged my wrist free, tilting my chin with defiance. “If you think I’m just going to fall into your arms because I’m angry at him, you’re wrong. You’ll have to work for it.”
His chuckle was dark, indulgent, like a predator amused by the prey’s attempt to run. “Good,” he said simply. “I prefer it when my prizes fight back. It makes claiming them so much sweeter.”
The word claiming sent a forbidden thrill racing through me. I hated how my body reacted, how my pulse quickened, how a part of me wanted to test just how far he’d go.
Still, I forced a smile, stepping back with deliberate slowness. “Then I guess you’ll have to wait, won’t you?”
For the first time, his expression sharpened, as if he wasn’t used to being denied. His jaw tightened, his gaze burning into me with a dangerous promise.
“I’ll wait,” he murmured, leaning close enough that his breath grazed my ear. “But not forever. And when I take you, little one, you’ll never think of him again.”
My knees weakened, my heart hammered, but I didn’t let him see me falter. I only turned, walking away with steady steps, even though inside I was trembling.
I told myself I could resist. That I was strong enough.
But deep down, I already knew the truth.
The game had begun.
And in this game, the stakes weren’t just revenge. They were my heart, my body, and maybe even my soul.
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