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Had my arms not been wrapped around his neck, I would have crossed them over my chest. “Because being funny is a precursor to me liking you, and I refuse to feel anything other than hate toward you.”
His chuckle is deep, and it does stupid things to my body.
“Oh, ‘like’ isn’t what you’re going to feel for me, Vicious. You’re going to fall madly and insanely in love with me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
HIM
Ifeel Savina’s eyes on the side of my face as I take the steps down and go to the car parked in front of the estate. With her still in my arms and through millions of miles of material of her dress, I manage to get the door open and stuff her and the dress inside. She watches me, a curious note in her chocolatey-brown eyes, as I walk around the front and get behind the wheel. It’s not until I’ve started my car that she speaks, completely ignoring my last statement.
“You never answered my question. Where are we going?”
At the end of the driveway, I take a left, not bothering to look to see if anyone is coming from the other direction. No one ever comes to this side of the island. This is my domain.
“To show you your wedding gift,” I reply.
“Oh.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see her fiddle with the lacey material of her dress. “I… uh, didn’t get you anything.”
I didn’t expect her to. Considering her confession of hatred toward me, why would she? And if by chance she did, it wouldprobably be in the form of poison-laced coffee. Or a dagger to my heart while I sleep. My Vicious is ruthless enough to do either of those things.
I glance over. “Lift your dress,” I command.
Her hands freeze on her lap. “Why?”
“Because I want to feel your skin.”
“Then hold my hand,” she retorts.
“Lift your dress, Little Vicious, or I’ll have you ride my cock while I drive us to where we’re going. Those are your only two options.”
She huffs out a breath, and it almost makes me smile. But she complies, gathering the material with jerky movements and sliding it up her smooth legs. I’m pleased and my cock jerks beneath my slacks when she reaches the top of her thigh-high stockings. They’re attached to garters. I want to lay my seat back and have her ride my face so I can unsnap the clips with my teeth.
When the skirt is pulled up so it’s a bunched-up mountain in her lap, I reach across the console and lay my hand on the inside of her thigh, right up close to her pussy. I look over and arch a brow when I feel her damp skin. She can claim aversion all she wants, but her body still craves mine.
“Already so wet for me,” I remark.
“Asshole,” she mutters, and I chuckle.
I hold on to her leg with a tight grip, my thumb swiping back and forth across her silky, soft skin, as I navigate the dark streets toward our destination. It doesn’t take us long since the place is only a few miles from my estate. Savina recognizes the landscape before I take the final turn.
“We’re going to The Reef?”
“Yes.” I turn right down a dark, unpaved road.
“What could you possibly have for me there?”
“You’ll see.”
I come to a stop in front of the old lighthouse. Savina knows what this place is and what The Raven Group uses it for, so I can imagine her confusion.
I get out of the car and go to her side. Bending down, I remove her offending shoes, not surprised at her complaints when I get a good look at them. There are marks along her skin from where they’ve dug into her flesh. I’ll be burning those later. Even fucking shoes aren’t allowed to leave marks on her.
I scoop her out of the car and make my way across the sandy ground to the old wooden door of the lighthouse.
I finagle the key from my pocket and hand it to Savina. “Unlock it.”
She takes it from me without protest and slips the key into the lock, and the door creaks as it swings open. Not all of the members of The Raven Group have a key to this door. I do because one of my roles in the organization is torture, and this is where that little game is performed.