![]() ![]() If she was a violent woman, she would have lashed out. He had, she thought with extreme annoyance, a very handsome laugh. “You’re a pig,” she whispered and this comment caused him to laugh softly. ![]() “I thought you might like to know, I have the keys to your car as well.” His voice was still at her ear, still quiet, but it seemed to vibrate throughout her system. She must have been a serial killer in a past life. She pressed her head deeper into the pillows, her humiliation complete, wondering in which of her former lives she did something so terrible that her karma included this awful night. Instructing her in a way that it seemed he felt she needed this information for their future relationship to go much smoother. She had no idea why he was informing her of this fact but it sounded like he was instructing her. “You should know that tears don’t work with me.” His voice was as smooth as velvet and completely cold. ![]() Then slowly, even gently, he pulled her hair away. ![]() Instead, she felt his warm hand heavy at her neck and her entire body got tight. She hoped he would go now that he had his way but he didn’t. She curled into a little ball, pressed her face into the pillows and it didn’t dawn on her as she did this that he was actually pulling the covers high up her shoulder and then tucking them tight around her. She clambered into the bed, doing her best to keep her back to him and, when she lay down, he whipped the covers over her. ![]()
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