Dark Fire by Christine Feehan. Dark Series – book 6

He sighed softly. “I cannot allow this to continue, Tempest. I have attempted to allow you as much freedom as you need, but we have to have a balance between us. I cannot risk your life, yet when I ask your permission, give you explanations, your fear only grows. If I take command of you as I should, you would feel no fear, no risk. Do you see that you are giving me no choice?”

He moved then, his speed so blinding that he was on her before she blinked, before she was aware of the impending danger. She struck at him blindly, struggling against his superior strength, her mind in chaos. “How could you do this after what we shared?” she demanded, her voice so fearful that he felt his heart melting.

He detested frightening her, even though he knew it was for her own protection. Nothing would happen to her here. The mountain wouldn’t crush her. She could breathe the air with no problem. Her frantic blows were no more to him than the batting of butterfly wings, yet each struck to his heart.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” she continued even as he wrapped her in his strong arms and held her to comfort her. “You said you would always see to my happiness. You lied to me, Darius. The one thing I believed was that I could always trust you, trust your word to me.”

Her words were like small blows to his soul. Did she believe that of him, that he would lie to get his way with her? He hated that she was afraid, but what other choice did he have? “I have not lied to you. It is my duty to see to your health, to see to your protection. I can do no other than ensure your safety.”

“Darius, I don’t care what you are, what kind of power you wield. I will fight you with my last breath for my freedom. You have no right to dictate to me, even in matters of safety. You don’t. You can’t ‘allow’ me to do anything. It’s my free choice. I won’t have it.”

Darius regarded her passionate face calmly. He simply held her wrists pinned together, seemingly undisturbed by her outburst. “Be calm, honey, and breathe deeply. Your fear of being beneath the mountain is overcoming your reason.”

“I won’t stay here with you, Darius. I mean it. I’ll go away, so far away you’ll never find me,” she threatened, her emerald eyes swimming with tears, sparkling like gems.

His face hardened perceptibly, his perfect mouth all at once edged with cruelty. “That will never happen, Tempest. There is nowhere you can go that I cannot find you. I would come for you, and I would never stop until I retrieved you. You are the very air I breathe. You are my light. The colors in my world. There is no life without you. I will never go back to emptiness, to darkness. You and I are tied together, so we have no choice but to find a way to make this work. Am I making myself clear?”

“Perfectly clear. You intend to be a dictator, and you expect me to be a puppet. It isn’t going to happen, Darius. I’ve been in your head; you’re not the type of man to beat a woman because she defies him.”

His free hand slid to the nape of her neck, a light, caressing touch that sent a responsive shiver down her spine and started a fire in her abdomen. It angered her that he could do that-with one touch send her body into flames even as he was denying her rights. She could not let him do this to her. She wasn’t weak; she wasn’t the type to give in simply because he made her knees weak.

“I do not have to beat a woman to make her do what is necessary for her own protection.” He said it softly, his voice velvet soft, mesmerizing. “You are not my puppet, honey. I would never want you to be. Do you not realize that it is your courage I admire? But I cannot allow you to place yourself in danger.” His arms slipped around her from behind, circled her slender body, and drew her tight against him. “The hour grows late, Tempest. I need to sleep. I want you to lie down beside me and sleep, too. Nothing will wake you. Nothing will harm you.”