I stare at him in disbelief, and I don’t know what to say. This is what he wants, isn’t it? Yet he looks so annoyed by the idea that it makes me think maybe he doesn’t. At least until he opens his mouth again.

“It isn’t your place to talk to Santiago,” he growls. “When the time comes, I will do it. Not you.”

A surge of anger rises inside me, spilling from my lips before I can stop it.

“No, it’s never a woman’s place, is it? Not in this fucking world. You want me to leave the decisions about my life to the men. Men who are more concerned with appearances than how I feel. Well, I’m telling you right now, Judge, I’m not going to sit quietly and let that happen. This is my life. My future. And it’s not up to you to determine how or when I speak to my own goddamn brother.”

“It is up to me.” He slams his fist down onto the desk. “You are in my care—”

“No,” I bite out. “I’m not in your care. I’m your fucking prisoner. And for what purpose? Why are you keeping me here? What benefit is it to you?”

His nostrils flare, and he rises from his seat so slowly I know I’m in trouble. I try to take a step back, but his hand whips out and grabs my dress, holding me hostage as he seizes my face in his other palm.

“What benefit is it to me?” He repeats my words, his breath blowing across my lips. “I think the one benefiting here is you, little monster.”

Before I can respond, he turns me around and slaps my hands down on the desk while he grinds his pelvis against me. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

He pulls up my dress and yanks my panties aside, his palm caressing my ass so gently that it sends a shiver down my spine. “You lured me in with your cunt.” He unzips his trousers and grabs a fistful of my hair with one hand while stroking between my thighs with the other. “You took my cock at every opportunity.”

I shake my head weakly, though I’m not sure what I’m even protesting. It’s the tone of his voice, the coldness. He’s being cruel, and I know it’s coming. I just don’t want to hear it.

“You milked my dick until you got what you wanted.” The head of his cock presses against me, and I release a stuttered breath when he pushes inside, settling as deep as I can take him.

The fullness. The pressure. It’s so intense. And I want to give in to this feeling, this need. But he’s not done talking yet. Not even as he starts to fuck me.