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“That’s not why I think you’ve gotten soft,” she replies, a subtle sneer scrunching her pretty little nose.
“So, you do think I’ve gotten soft,” I growl, returning the sneer. “Perhaps I should do something to change your mind…”
“No. No. It’s fine,” Sophia says, taking another spoonful of soup. “I understand who you are now. I’ll just read the room. Ask away.”
“You don’t know me,” I say, sneer still plastered on my face. “And don’t be so fucking dismissive. Do you want me to spank you again?”
That seems to snap something deep inside of Sophia. Dropping her spoon into the soup, she bolts upright.
“I want something to happen!” she yells. “Do you know how fucking boring it is being locked up in here? Maeve was nice, but she would barely talk to me. There’s no computer or internet or TV to distract myself with. Only that stupid fucking camera. You haven’t even left me with any books!”
The rage comes leaking out of her. But that fire only turns me on. This is the girl I like. This is the girl I want.
Still, I can’t get lost in her like this, not again. Not yet.
“… Books?” I pause, trying to latch onto anything other than the way Sophia’s tits bounce as she waves an angry hand in my direction.
“Yeah, books. I know a neanderthal like you probably doesn’t read…”
“You’re angry,” I tease, my sneer twisting into a smirk. Fucking hell. I love playing games with her.
“Of course I am,” Sophia snips. “And you know exactly why.”
“Why?”
“… Because you kissed me.”
Fuck. I wasn’t expecting her to say that. My heart starts to pound as I step forward, closing the distance between us. But she’s not done yet.
“… And then you left. How long were you gone for? Two days?”
“Around that,” I answer, the smirk wiped from my face.
Sophia just rolls her big beautiful brown eyes at me.
“Look at me, able to tell time without a window or a clock. Unfortunately, I’m getting quite the opportunity to build that fucking skill.”
“I’ll bring you a book,” I shrug.
“I don’t want a fucking book,” she fires back.
“What do you want?” I push, taking another step forward.
Her eyes go wide, as if she’s remembering just how much bigger I am than her… or maybe she’s remembering something else. Like how I taste, or how I can make her squirm with the simplest lash of my tongue…
“I… I want a million fucking books!” she sputters out.
I can’t help but laugh. “Really?” I ask, raising a playful eyebrow at her. “Because that can be arranged.”
That seems to knock her off her feet… but only for a second. “No. Not really,” she recovers. Though, I can tell that there was some truth to it. “I want my freedom!”
I just shake my head. “Were you ever really free? From what you told me, you were just as much a slave to the system you grew up in as any captive ever was. You couldn’t even kill a man in your own organization for disrespecting you. That’s not any kind of freedom I would care to have.”
“Maybe so,” Sophia admits. “But I had more freedom than I have now.”
Suddenly, I’m curious about something else. “Did you have more freedom before or after you got the Greek army to rally around you?”
Immediately, Sophia opens her mouth and I know some snippy, sarcastic comment is coming, but then she stops herself.
