my limbs heavy with exhaustion. My head ached, my throat was dry. I sucked in a sharp breath. I was naked. Panic surged through me, my heart slamming against my ribs as last night's even

life. I clenched the sheets tighter around myself. "You-" My voice broke, but I forced myself to continue. "You took advantage of me." His expression didn't change. "You wanted me just as much as I wanted you." My fingers trembled. "You're disgusting." His lips twitched into something that might have been amusement. "I can still taste you," he murmured. My stomach lurched. He's toying with me. I sucked in a deep breath, forcing the terror in my chest to settle into something sharper. Anger. "You killed my father." He tilted his head, unfazed. "I've killed many people. You might have to be more specific." My blood boiled. "How dare you?" I snapped, fury burning away my fear. "You murdered him in cold blood! I saw you! And you think it's funny?" He hummed, as if considering my words. "Not funny. Just... unimportant." Unimportant? A wave of red clouded my vision, and before I could stop myself, I lashed out. My fist connected with his bare chest, uselessly. It was like hitting stone. I went to hit him again, but this time, he caught my wrist effortlessly. His eyes flickered with amusement. "Are we fighting now? I'd rather take you back to bed, but if this is your idea of foreplay..." I let out a sound of frustration, yanking my arm away. Every word out of his mouth was infuriating. I needed to get out of here. Now. "I made a mistake last night," I spat. "A mistake I'll never make again. I was drunk. If I knew it was you, I would have rather died than let you touch me." A muscle ticked in his jaw, the amusement on his face vanishing. Good. Let him feel so