“Get on the bed,” he orders.
I consider asking for clothes again, but I doubt he’ll give me the dignity of even a scrap of underwear. I draw myself up to my full height and walk as confidently as possible when naked in front of a man who’s stated he plans to forcibly impregnate you and kill his own brother.
He inhales deeply as I pass and a look of satisfaction comes over his face, “I see he’s even more of a boy scout than I thought. Not pregnant. Hasn’t even f****d you properly yet.”
I keep my face turned away to hide the relief. Liam must have told him while I was in the shower. Apparently this is a positive turn because Rian suddenly becomes weirdly solicitous, helping me climb into the giant four poster bed, even tucking the covers around me before moving to the dresser.
“So,”
