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“This isn’t attraction, Ms. Glen.”

Her features fell. Recrimination and shame tainted her scent. Were those tears shimmering in her eyes? I wanted those, too. I wanted to lick the salty despair from her cheeks and lashes while impaling her on my cock.Damn it, stop thinking with your dick.Too bad I couldn’t. Four weeks I’d been consumed by her fragrance. Of watching the sway of her hips. Or listening to that caustic tongue of hers ripping Dominic’s men to shreds.

“Good to know, Mr. Bain.” She picked her weary form up from her bed and stomped into her bathroom, slamming the door and locking it.

A growl of denial filled my chest at being deprived of gazing upon her.

Like she could lock me out of the bathroom, if I wanted in there.

Get it together.

I couldn’t continue to sit in her room, surrounded by her smell, but I also couldn’t leave her side. I knew the moment I did, Dominic’s men would be back, and when they were done with her, she’d be a broken shell of herself. The thought sent a jolt of savage mania through me. Again, the red haze returned to my vision. The wooden frame of the chair’s armrests creaked as my claws extended and my grip tightened.

My true form simmered under the surface of my human skin, waiting to emerge. Between the temptation of lust and the enticement of drawing blood, a tremor worked through me. I stood then, needing to escape while also sticking close to Roslin’s side.

The shower came on and seconds later wisps of steam slithered out from under the door, along with more of that delectable rosewater perfume. With my decision made, I crossed to the door to Roslin’s balcony.

She didn’t know it was there, and I meant to keep it that way. I could cool off outside, erase my erratic thoughts. Jerk my cock to release over and over until the damn thing wouldn’t twitch in excitement because of her presence.It’s only infatuation. Fuck her once and be done with her.I could only tell myself that lie for so long. My dick would permanently remain hard and ready for her.Fuck.I rubbed myself through my pants and groaned.

So help me, I needed relief.

Pressing my heated forehead to the cool glass, I let out a hissed breath as I pulled down the zipper of my pants. My cock sprang forth, and a moan of relief fell from my lips. I wouldn’t last. Already the base of my spine tingled. My balls were heavy and hard, drawn up close to my groin. My fist slid through the copious amounts of precum, dribbling free from my tip as my ass clenched. Fuck, I needed this. My heart pounded. My head was light. The idea of Roslin stepping out of the bathroom at any second, catching me in the act of masturbating, turned me on more.

I fucking needed her.

Craved her pussy.

Her ass.

Ungh...

Adrenaline spiked within me. I was coming. Four strokes was all it took. I hadn’t even opened the glass door to the balcony. Each spurt splatted against the window and slid to the floor with a plop as I sagged there, stroking myself while continuing to come. If I thought I’d be embarrassed by my actions, I was emboldened. I marked my territory like a dog who pissed on its fence post, only I used ejaculate. I wanted my scent to permeate the air in her space, reminding those who dared to touch her, she belonged to me.

I’d be her retribution.

Her sword and shield.

Still, I was also going crazy in such a confined space. I yearned for the darkness to consume. I needed fresh air. To clear my head. Because if I stayed in my current state of arousal, I’d fuck her against her will. Pour my seed into her womb as many times as I could. I’d impregnate her every chance I had, just to see her swell with my child.

The incessant throb demanding I claim her pounded at the back of my mind, making me a feral beast. Although I just came seconds ago, my cock was twitching in my palm, eager to find the pleasure of another gut knotting orgasm.

I had to get away.

In those few seconds, caught between desperation and arousal, I feared Roslin Glen was my undoing, and Lucifer help the Demons living in this building if they interfered. I would raze the ground they all walked upon to protect this impetuous woman who snatched at my soul and held my balls in a vise, which I enjoyed more than I should.

Be damned with me, Roslin.

CHAPTER THREE

ROSLIN

Myskinwasflushed.Excitement pooled between my thighs. Heat licked at my breasts as my nipples puckered into hard points. I had to get away from Ian Baine before I made a fool of myself. It seemed I’d done so more than once or twice over the last few weeks. If it hadn’t been for him, surely I’d be dead by now.

Mr. Ian Baine.

I couldn’t get that madman out of my head. He always found me. His voice always enthralled me. Yet, it was his captivating blue eyes that ensnared me. Conversations were for hacks where he was concerned. I’d seen every intention in his gaze. However, when he spoke, he could cut me down to size without even a second thought.

Remember the part where I said I wouldn’t become a victim to Stockholm Syndrome? Well, I already was. The impure thoughts running through my head for that man were lewd. My imagination ran wild while I slept, conjuring up all kinds of kinky dreams of the man—beastly demon—who could easily snap a person in half.