Page 118 of Bitter Secrets


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She leaned toward him, embracing hostility and aggression instead of the betrayal and crushing uncertainty knocking insistently, demanding entry. “What will you do if I walk?”

He didn’t show any reaction to her threat. Instead, he let a minute pass, eyeing her dispassionately before he gave a one-shoulder shrug.

“If you renege, I’ll do what I vowed not to. I’d destroy Hennessy & Co, but I wouldn’t stop there. Those legacies your nieces and nephews would get from their fathers, I’d take that too and make sure those kids start from the bottom like me. You think they’re up for the challenge?”

She gripped the table as they hit a pocket of turbulence. It took her a few seconds to realize she was shaking, not the plane. “When I find out what your secret is, I’m going to ruin you!”

His lips curved, but there wasn’t a trace of amusement in his dark eyes. “I know you would, which is why I monitor every call, every message, every breath you take.”

“And when we’re done and I have all the time in the world to search, what are you going to do?” she snarled.

“By then, it won’t matter.”

There was a fucking time limit on his blackmail? What the fuck? She should be pressing for more information, but she was too rattled to spar. She yanked at her seat belt and lunged to her feet, banging into the table in her haste to get away from him.

“Jasmine.”

She hadn’t taken more than three steps toward the back of the plane when a hand clamped on her arm and swung her around.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” she shouted, her voice lost in the deafening drone of the jet engines.

“I’m not telling you this to disappoint you.”

Her mouth sagged open.Disappoint?Hearing that her sisters might have emotionally conned her into saving their company wasn’tdisappointing; it was fucking devastating and brought back feelings of inadequacy, humiliation, rejection, and loneliness. It was like he didn’t understand how human beings functioned.

“You can’t trust your sisters.”

“And I can trustyou?”

Something passed over his face too quickly for her to identify before his face smoothed back into its familiar stoic lines.

“Yes.”

“You actually said that with a straight face,” she marveled.

He dipped his head to look her straight in the eyes. “I won’t let your sisters take advantage of you.”

“But it’s okay for you to?” She shoved him with both hands and was enraged when he rocked backward, but stood his ground. “Youusedme!”

“I was honest in what I wanted from you this time around.”

He brushed his hand over her chest, unerringly locating his brand beneath layers of clothing, which burned white-hot at his touch. She slapped his hand away.

“Speaking of that, next time you feel like having sex, make sure I’m conscious first,” she said, voice dripping in disgust.

His eyes narrowed as she jabbed him in the chest.

“Better yet, if you like your women unaware and lifeless, there’s these silicone dolls that would be perfect for—"

He gripped her arm hard enough to make her flinch. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking aboutyou…” She tried to shove him and got nowhere. “Taking advantage of me!”

“I didn’t take advantage of you.”

She indicated her hickeys, which seemed to come to life now that they were talking about them, and throbbed as if he was creating them. She could actually feel a slight tug on her flesh as if he were sucking… She shivered and covered up her reaction by running her hands through her hair. “I must have dreamed this up, then.”

"You initiated it.”

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