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“I’m not?—”
“Don’t,” he snaps, cutting me off with a voice so sharp it makes my stomach twist. His grip tightens slightly, not painfully, but enough to send a clear message.
Mal’s brow furrows. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-six,” I mumble, my face turning scarlet.
Yeah, this part definitely crossed my mind when I imagined losing it: what to say if someone questioned it being my first time atthisage.
I just never imagined how pathetically awkward it would be.
“And I’m right, aren’t I.”
I don’t say anything. My lip twists between my teeth as I look away.
Mal leans down and bites one of my nipples.
Hard.
I squeal, gasping sharply as the pain rips my attention back to him.
“Aren’t I.”
“Yes,” I finally mumble, my face throbbing. “Happy?”
He doesn’t say a thing. But suddenly, he’s pulling away, sliding off me and getting out of bed. I frown, confused by and, embarrassingly,hatingthe rejected feeling I have in my chest as I watch him turn and start pulling his jeans back on.
Jesus Christ, am Iupsetthat the psycho has decided not to fuck me for the first time?
Seek professional help, self.
Mal pulls on his shirt and turns to eye me as I curl up on the bed and pull the sheets over my nudity.
“Tomorrow night,” he mutters. “We’ll fix that.”
I blink, my mind racing. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I’m going to take your virginity, Freya,” Mal says, his voice matter of fact, like he’s stating something as simple as the weather. “This arrangement doesn’t work if you’re a virgin.”
My heart pounds wildly as I scramble for something to say. “I’m…busy tomorrow. It’s Annika’s bachelorette party.”
It’s not even a lie. It’s legit what I’ve got planned for tomorrow.
Mal says nothing as he stalks back to the bed. He reaches out and cups my chin, sliding his fingers down to my throat as he leans close.
“I don’t care.”
The darkness in his tone sends a wave of fear crashing through me, laced with something else—something I’m ashamed to admit.
Like everything he makes me feel.
“Tomorrow,” Mal growls softly. “You’re mine.”
His words hang in the air long after he’s gone, and my body is still trembling when I crawl into bed as dawn begins to break over the Manhattan skyline.
Needless to say, sleep doesn’t come easily.
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