“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of coming between a man and his…” He tilts his head. “What do you call him? Your lover? Your partner?”
“I call him mine,” I say flatly.
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“Spread your ass for me, Seven,” I say. I almost call him a pet name, but I feel weird about using a generic word like ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart,’ and I definitely can’t call him ‘love.’
I choke on that thought.
Do I want to call him that? Is what I feel for him something like that?
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Please, I want to say. Please don’t hurt me.
He’s going to anyway, and she’d be so angry if I begged him to go easy on me.
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What are you doing, baby? You should be in bed.
I’m suddenly shivering so hard that my teeth are chattering, and it’s going to give me away. I bite my lip instead, holding the squirming cat so tightly his claws are digging into me in protest. But I can’t let him go. If I let him go, they’ll find us.
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“What the fuck, Havoc?” I shout while I dodge my attacker.
Havoc ducks down and roundhouse kicks the bruiser rushing at him. “I didn’t sign up for this shit! This is way above my paygrade!”
“Then ask for a goddamned raise when we get back!” I yell at him. “Stop bitching and fight.”
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“So this thing between you two, it’s long-term?” Trent observes. "That makes Caleb your ball-and-chain, then." He catches Seven's confusion. "That's legal now. You two could get officially married.
I raise my brows. “I am aware, yes. It’s been legal for over a decade.”
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Caleb’s mouth thins into disapproval. “I think you’ve done enough gambling lately. Far be it from me to warn against the dangers of gambling addiction…”
I scowl at him.
"If you want to play blackjack again, you'll have to do other things first."
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My hand wraps around Seven's throat.
His breath catches sharply, but he leans into my touch instead of pulling away from me more.
I squeeze for a few seconds. I’m going to hurt him.
I loosen my grip, but I don’t let go. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper.
He gives a quick shake of his head. “I don’t want you to stop,” he says.
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Seven passes me and goes to the couch to sit on the other side of Nacho, cooing over the orange tabby. I don’t know how something so small can have a purr so loud, but it makes me grin despite the stress of the evening.
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My eyes land on the thick scar on his side, where a whip must have wrapped around and sliced him open. Senseless anger rushes through me. I already know what he’s been through. The scar isn’t new.
But still, I hate whoever used him so carelessly.
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“Do you want me to hurt you, Seven?” Caleb asks. “Do you want Havoc to choke you? Do you want Vortex to hold you down?”
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“Remember that thing where the house always wins, Seven? You aren’t going to earn it back,” Havoc says quietly. “You have to cut your losses.”
“My luck has to change,” I tell him earnestly. “I lost like… five times in a row. I was eventually going to win!"
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“I’m going to fuck you,” Caleb says directly against my ear. “After you’re thoroughly exhausted from Havoc and Vortex. You’ll be loose and open for me, and you won’t be able to do anything but take me. I won’t even care if you come again.”
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If I didn’t know better — if he hadn’t balked initially, if his eyes weren’t a little frantic, maybe — I’d think he was into it.
Push him more, my darker urges say. Make him cry.
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