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Ignoring her shocked expression, I grabbed her arms and forced her to stand with me. “Do you want to leave me?” The thought made me murderous. Psychotic. In the back of my mind, I was aware that I was actually shaking her, but I couldn’t stop myself. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, but she was fucking killing me with her obvious desire to end our relationship. I jerked her into me. “Answer me, Demi.”
She gasped my name.
“Do you, Demi? Do you want us to end?” Go ahead, I silently dared her. Try it. We’ll see how far you actually get.
Those beautiful light blue eyes searched mine, full of so much fucking emotion. When her hands fisted around my shirt, securing me in place, I felt the beast calm somewhat. “No, Dorian. No.”
A momentary second of relief.
It was gone as fast as it came. Because she still didn’t know the whole truth. Because I was absolutely sure that once she did, she might end up changing her mind about being with me, when she really didn’t have a choice.
I couldn’t give her one.
The love I had for her had me imprisoned beyond comprehension.
“Good.” I released her arms to hug her against me, effectively trapping her even more. “I’m not letting you go. Do you understand what that means?”
Her eyes searched mine again. I saw the instant she realized something more was at work here.
Of course she did. My woman was too smart, too analytical to just take this entire scenario at face value.
“Dorian, what aren’t you telling me?”
That was my chance. My chance to finally come clean.
But first, I needed her to understand why, no matter how bad things were about to get, she wasn’t allowed to leave me. “Demi, you do know what that means, don’t you?”
Cupping her face, I stopped her before she could continue. “How could you not know?” I sounded as unhinged and out of my mind as I felt. “It’s obvious, isn’t it? I’m a fucking mess because of you.”
She attempted to extricate herself from my hold.
“I love you, Demitra.”
The words just flew out of me without my consent. Out of my control.
Too late now.
Just as her eyes began widening as the words fully registered, I locked gazes with her and repeated my all-consuming truth. “Damn me but I love you.”
No response from her.