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anger, so much determined rage in one so young…when you finally come to me, it will be incredibly sweet.”
     
    “So you will help me?” I asked. It wasn’t just a ruse as I thought?
     
    Liam gave her a slow, lazy grin. “Oh most certainly I will help you. I am beholden by the oldest laws to always uphold bargains struck between demon and soul.” Reaching down, he yanked the towel away, making me gasp.
     
    I was standing there in a flimsy pair of panties and bra, nearly naked. I fisted my hands to hide the trembling.
     
    “Now the question is, are you going to use my help at all?” he asked. His finger traced down my cheek toward my neck, leaving a blazing trail of heat in its wake.
     
    “What do you—”
     
    Liam’s hand suddenly cupped my breast, pinching my nipple through the bra so hard, I gasped. The pain shot straight down my belly to the traitorous wetness that was quickly growing between my legs.
     
    “I am not your stepbrother,” he murmured against my ear, the stubble of his cheek brushing harshly against my own softer cheek. He pulled against my other breast, emphasizing his words with his actions.
     
    “And I did not give a once in a lifetime opportunity to a little girl who cowers in her bathroom.” His hand plunged lower, slipping below my panties. A magma of fiery need melted through me. This was more intense than anything I could have imagined. His hands were so familiar and forceful. They touched me like they knew me. And from the responses it was eliciting from me, perhaps they did.
     
    “I gave this chance to a soul on fire,” he said, pinning me again with his glowing eyes. “That was the soul I saw. And that’s the soul I want.”
     
    Suddenly, he thrust a hard finger into my pussy, sliding deeply through the wetness. I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. My whole body shuddered at his thrust. His gaze, hard and unforgiving, pinned me body and mind. “So be that fire, that rage, or be nothing at all,” he whispered, his lips only a breath away from mine.
     
    I feel his hand cupping me, his finger deep within me. Instead of quenching any desire, his touch only stoked the flames. I looked up at his green eyes, the steel beneath them. My trembling stopped. My spine straightened.
     
    A soul of rage and fire.
     
    I shoved him off me, as hard as I could, although it felt like pushing a brick wall under water. “Get out,” I said, straightening my bra. “I need to shower.”
     
    Liam grinned. He raised his hand, his fingers still glistening with my wetness, and took a long lick of his middle finger. I watched, mesmerized, my cheeks flushing and my heart racing.
     
    “Mmm,” he said, looking delighted. “There’s my girl.”

Chapter Seven
     
                  “Quite the ritzy area we’re in, aren’t we?” Liam said casually as our driver pulled us up to the mansion Senator Folsom’s dinner was being held.
     
                  “It’s Connecticut. This is where all the moguls of New York have their mansions, e.g. Madewell Ltd,” I said.
     
                  It was all very familiar. I remember going to dozens of dinners like this growing up. At first it was all very exciting to get dressed up for the parties. I remembered going into New York with my mom on countless excursions, just to look for the perfect designer gowns. Eventually I got tired of it all. It was all too much. Too much fake laughter. Too much wealth envy. Too much everything.
     
                  But tonight, it felt different.
     
                  I had looked through my closet and found an old gown that I had purchased for a dinner that I had decided against going at the last minute. Sitting at my vanity, I carefully applied my make up, feeling like a soldier applying war paint.
     
                  I smoothed on some blush, carefully curled my lashes, and clipped on a pair of diamond earrings. With each step, I steeled myself for