Page 95 of Madness & Mercy

A slow smile curls across his mouth.

“Who said anything about seducing you?”

God,I want to kill him.

He knows exactly what he’s doing to me right now, and he’s enjoying every minute of it. Heloveswatching me suffer.

“If you’re gonna do it,” I bite out, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, “then fuckingdo italready.”

His laugh is low, almost cruel.

“Dowhat,exactly?”

My jaw clenches hard enough to ache.

“Don’t make me say it, you sadistic bastard.”

He leans in, maddeningly slow, his hand ghosting up my thigh, avoiding where I need him most.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,piccolino,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

My body is on fire. My breathing’s shot to hell. I’m so hard, ithurts,and this fucker has the nerve to look calm. Like he’s notthrobbingunder that expensive suit. Like he could drag this out for hours just to hear me snap.

Fine then. If he won’t touch me, let’s see how long he holds out.

I reach for his cock, straining beneath the fabric. But before I can touch him, he grabs my wrist and slams it back against the wall.

“No.”

That single word lands like a slap.

“I want to hear you say it,” he rasps. “I want to hear you fuckingbeg,Julian.”

I squeeze my eyes shut.

Fuck.

I can’t stand it. I can’tstandthis fucking heat. And this psycho’s not going to do anything about it until I tell him what he wants to hear.

“Please…”

I hate the way my voice breaks. Hate it more when I feel him lean in, his lips brushing my throat.

“Pleasewhat?”

“Please fuck me,”I say through gritted teeth.

He hums against my skin, low and satisfied, like I’ve already given him everything he wanted.

“You sound soprettywhen you beg.”

His hand closes around my throat, just enough pressure to make my pulse stutter. Then he crashes his mouth against mine.

Holy fucking hell.

It’s not like this is the first time he’s kissed me, but it might as well be. It feels different now. It isn’t just hate, it’s need. And itscorches.

He tastes like wine and violence and something that should be poison but feels like salvation.