I narrowed my eyes. “It was a friend—the person who texted me.”
He laughed, a harsh, barking noise. “Fuck off it was a friend. I’m not letting you out of this room, Abigail.”
“That’s how it’s going to be?”
Another agonizingly tempting flex of his arms, and this time he shifted, spreading his legs as if to say, Just fucking try getting by me.
“Your safety is my first priority.”
“I’m getting married. Does that bother you, Theo?” I asked. “I’ll belong to some stranger for the rest of my life.”
I was poking at something perilous, but I couldn’t stop. I felt untethered and crazed. Theo’s jaw was so tight the muscle popped and flexed.
“You’ll still need a bodyguard,” he gritted. “Day or night, I’ll be there.”
I ground my teeth. Why did his response bother me? It’s how it should be.
“You’ll listen to me fuck him?” I goaded. “Listen to me come?”
Theo laughed. “You won’t come.” He grabbed my wrist, yanking me so I spiraled into the hard planes of his chest. “Only I can get this spoiled pussy off.”
Before I can speak he shoves aside my panties, thrusting roughly inside me.
One, then two fingers.
I should pull away. This is the moment I should prove he doesn’t have the power he thinks he has. But dammit, I lean into him. I let myself melt into his chest and the worshipful yet brutal way he watches me.
“I hate you,” I managed, even though inside I lived for his smoldering green-eyed gaze and the ruthless rhythm he worked inside me.
He did something absolutely wicked with his fingers and I gasped, clinging to him as my knees literally weaken.
He grinned. “Yeah, I can tell.”
Theo curled inside me, pumping, pressing his thumb hard on my clit. He shows me the truth of his words with his touch. My pussy is marked by him, attuned, forever his; only he can make my soul glow. I’m on the edge, about to drop, when suddenly he stops.
Steps away.
&nbs
p; I’m left aching and barely able to stand, and Theo is completely aware of what he’s done to me.
I know, because his next words are, “Day or night, Abigail.”
Theo’s grin is gone, and he’s put his arms behind his back, returning to his good bodyguard stance. His face is a complete fucking mask.
I adjusted my skirt, swallowing my anger.
“I’m going out tonight,” I said, hating how rough my voice was. “You’re my bodyguard, so you listen to me.”
Theo seemed to think on that a moment, then turned from me, walking out of the room. He paused in the doorway, only to turn back and chuck his mother’s diary into the center of the room. “When you’re ready to stop telling lies, come find me.”
He slammed the door shut.
I felt awful. The one thing he kept locked tighter than his heart now lay split open on the floor. I picked it up, heart pounding, holding it with more care than a bird’s egg as I went to the door.
“Theo, I’m sorry—” I broke off when the knob wouldn’t budge.
I tugged on it.