“Stop calling me doctor!” I cried. “You’re frightening me, can’t you see that? Can’t you see I’ll never willingly help you?”
“I’ll call you whatever I want. I’ll put you in whatever state I want. Whether you want it or not. Sometimes it’s fucking fun to see you run. And sometimes it’s fun to watch you squeal. But now you’re going to sit down.”
I squeezed my thighs together at the gravelly roughness in his voice, willing the painful throb in my pussy to subside.
There were a variety of objects on the table. A fresh pad of paper. Some pens. A paperweight.
A penknife.
“How long has your father known you’re a psychopath?” I asked, placing my hands on the table and forcing them to be still.
I felt bitterly angry at Lucian.
“He doesn’t know what I am. But he suspects.”
That penknife wassoclose.
If he would only look away from me, but he didn’t. His pupils expanded as they stared at me, like he could pin me in place with his predator’s gaze alone.
“Now how about you answermyquestions?”
Sharp daggers of fear shot through me at the idea of giving Gabriel any more information.
“I’m not going to tell you anything.”
“What’s your plan for getting away?” he asked.
I said nothing, glaring at him as he leaned back in his chair.
The dark slacks couldn’t contain the massive bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants.
“What made you even come here? Don’t tell me my weak father was persuasive enough to get you out in the middle of fucking nowhere. Don’t tell me you did it to become a stepmother?”
I ignored him.
“My father isn’t strong enough to keep me away from you.”
My heart pounded with panic.
I knew now that was true.
“Stepmommy,” he said reflectively. “It has a certain ring.”
But then he grinned at me, a feral, sharp look.
“But I thinkI’llkeep you instead.”
“You can’t keep me. You can’t keep a person.”
“Oh, I think you’ll see,” he said, his face hardening. “When you’re knocked up with my baby. When that little belly is too big to move anywhere.”
His eyes flicked down to my belly. Just for a second. But it was enough.
I let my sleeve cover the penknife, and I pulled it carefully off the table.
“A pregnancy doesn’t last forever,” I whispered. “9 months maximum.”
He grinned, placing big, tanned hands on the table, then getting up from his chair. Sleek, fast, predatory.
