Chapter THIRTY-FIVE.

MAEVE HAWTHORN.

What? There’s no way he just said that.

I felt weak to my knees and my entire being shivered as I finally looked up at him. His green eyes were dark with desire and even though I wanted to convince myself that he was just messing with me, his expression was serious.

His lips were pressed together in a thin, bitter smile and his brows drew together as the side of his lips curled as if at the edge of laughter.

My heart tightened against my chest and I felt a large lump seeking refuge in my throat. It was as though I’d just taken a blow to my face and I had no idea what to do next.

“What?” I had no idea I’d said that until I heard it in my own head. His grip around my wrist tightened even more, making me feel as though he was hanging onto me for life.

What kind of a man takes a woman to a basement where he’d tied up a half dead man that had betrayed him, make her watch him torture the man, make her suck his cock, traumatized her so badly that she has nightmares now.

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