Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

“Get dried,” he commanded, switching off the water.

I just stood there, frozen. What the fuck happened? What the fuck was I supposed to do?

I’m just making it up as I go along…those same words I’d said to Vivienne came back to me now. Make it up, right? He stepped out of the stall, his clothes stuck hard against his chest.

“You want to think about riding another man’s cock in my presence?” Riven snarled, tearing his sodden shirt over his head. “I know you called someone. It was him, wasn’t it? Well?”

My knees trembled as I stumbled forward and grasped the vanity. It wasn’t another man. That was the most terrifying thing. It’d be easy if it was. If mystupid, sick mindwouldlearn to cooperate.

Movement came from the corner of my eye. His bruising fingers gripped the back of my neck, pulling me hard against his chest as he growled in my ear. “Did you give him my name? Did he promise to track me down? Hurt me, kill me, even? That’s who you were thinking of, right? Your white fucking knight, DiAngelo, driving into your wet cunt. Tell me, Helene, does he at least have a big cock?”

I thrashed, fighting him. “Let me go!”

“I bet he does.” That low, reverberating tone hit between my legs. “I bet you fucking rode it well, didn’t you? I bet you bounced on that fucking thing all day, then climbed onto his face. Or does he not like that? Is that it, Helene? Does yourschool teachernot like to eat cunt?”

My scream bounced off the walls. He was fucking crazy. A sick, degrading bastard I wanted dead. Still, that hunger wouldn’t go away. Revulsion filled me as I met his stare and he searched my eyes.

He saw.

I don’t know how much.

But it was enough…

“From now on, you shower in front of me.” His voice was husky. “You doeverythingin front of me…and the next time you decide to make your one rescue call, Helene…make sure it’s to someone who’ll be alive long enough to save you.”

“What?”

Those beautiful lips were chilling as he smiled. “I have his address and his phone number. Believe me, he won’t last the day.”

Terror slammed into me. No, this wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be…

“Now.” He strode forward, snatched a towel from the counter, and shoved it against my chest. “Nowmove.”

I couldn’t move…and I couldn’t think. TherewasnoMichael DiAngelo…

I stumbled forward, still dripping.

“Hand.”

I shook my head. “No…” He lunged forward, grabbed it himself and yanked me closer to the bed.“No!”I pulled away. “You don’tunderstand!”

He descended like an avalanche, driving me backwards until I hit the bed…and fell.

“Idon’t understand?” he snarled, lunging to slam his hands on either side of me on the bed. “Let me tell you what Idounderstand, Helene. While I was out, you tricked my housekeeper into giving you her cell phone. You told her you were calling me, which you didn’t. Then I find you fingering your wet cunt and panting like a dog in heat. So, the only reasonable explanation is that you’re thinking about him, waiting for him…craving him.”

His body pressed against mine, his muscular thighs forcing mine apart.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t say a word.

Because the truth was far too terrifying.

“Thereisno Michael DiAngelo,” I finally whispered bleakly. “There never was.”

He was beautiful when he smiled.

Chilling and breathtaking.

One slow nod and he rose. Reaching up, he clasped the cuff around my wrist, then the headboard once more. “When I come back, you’ll be punished.” He turned his head and met my gaze. “But don’t worry, I won’t hurt you…not this time at least.”