“You’re not even fighting me,” he said softly. “Not a word. Not a plea. You’re still waiting for a man who isn’t here.” His mouth curved into a cold smile. “And that’s why you’re mine now. At least until he comes.”
The room seemed to shrink. He crouched again, bringing himself eye level with her.
“You’ve been in the dark long enough, bella. You’ve been left.You’ve been used. And still you tremble for him. But now you’re going to tremble for me.”
He tilted his head, studying her expression.
“Dominic isn’t walking through that door,” he said. “It’s just you, me, and the choices you make next.”
His gloved thumb brushed the corner of her mouth again. “Tell me something, sweetheart. Are you going to stay silent and hope your savior appears… or are you going to start speaking, start barga
