I reached out, grabbing her face.Not gently. Not with the kind of touch she deserved. My fingers dug into her jaw, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes flinched, but she didn’t pull away. Maybe she knew it would only make things worse. I forced her to meet my gaze. “You think I’m sick?” I growled, my thumb pressing hard against her cheek. I could feel the tremble in her jaw. She was scared. Good.She didn’t say anything, her lips tight, but her eyes told me everything. She hated it here. Hated me. But I saw it. Underneath the anger, there was something darker. Fear. And something else. She wanted it. I let out a low laugh, my grip tightening, but not enough to break her. “You think you know me, don’t you?” I whispered. “You think you have any idea what I’m capable of?”Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. That was good.“You’re wrong, Lauren,” I murmured, my voice low as I ran my hand along her thigh. “You’re the one who’s sick. Not me.”I moved even closer, my chest pressi
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