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“Marcus?” Leighton’s voice is close. Dangerously close. “What is this?”
She’s opened the door while I’ve been busy checking up on Rylan. While I’ve been stalking my daughter.
“Go back to your room,” I order without turning my head.
She doesn’t respond. I don’t hear her move. Don’t hear her breathe.
I’m casual as I close the lid of my laptop. She’s owed her answers, just not right now. When I decide she does. When I decide I’ve soaked up enough of her here before I do actual damage control.
I’m selfish for a few more days together. Of her being calm and happy.
No Rylan. No stress. No tears. No anxiety.
Leighton will give it to me.
“The fuck?”
The hard way it is.
I place the laptop on the end table, still withholding my answer from her. I’m silent as I stand up, turning to face Leighton at my own fucking pace.
“Did you just tell me to go to my room?” Leighton’s hands are fisted at her sides.
She’s naked. Her hair is a mess. Her thighs glisten with her arousal. I take my time devouring every inch of her body. Of her expression.
I’m aware of her incredulous, bratty huff. I just ignore it.
“I did.” I go around the armchair, my fingers curling around her throat. Using my hand as a collar. “Yet here you are.”
“You can’t treat me like a prisoner. Or worse, a child.” The fire in her shines through. Despite being naked and choked, she dares to glower at me. “I thought we were past that.”
“This is different.”
She’ll have to trust me.
She doesn’t.
“What’s different? We’ve been pretending Rylan doesn’t exist for days. And why? Because this whole time you’ve been here, stalking her?”
Leighton is too smart for her own good. She sees this for what it is, stalking. She needs to understand why I’m doing this.
She won’t.
“That’s for me to worry about.” My jaw tics as a flare of agitation rises in my chest. “Yours is to trust me.”
Another huff. Her nostrils flare. “Unbelievable.”
I need to protect her. I need her to listen to me. I need her to be mine.
I don’t do any of those.
The situation between us has something snapping inside me. It gives the monster access to my soul. To my ribs. The creature stomps all over my heart.
This is nothing as benign as agitation.
It’s here.
“Why did you come looking for me?” I fist my hand at my side, grinding my molars. Silencing that who won’t be silenced. “Let me guess. Because you’re a grateful little doll. Snuck in here naked to thank me for this morning. You wanted to get on your knees and suck me to show your gratitude. Be my little slut. Did I get it right?”
