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I cried out as he tore my underwear down my legs, ripped the breakable satin so they dangled off one ankle, then cupped my bare flesh with his hot palm.
My entire nervous system reacted.
I moaned and scratched at the table. “Stop…stop!”
Henri bent forward, his finger stroking me, petting me. He groaned directly into my soul. “Merde, you’re wet. H-How is that possible?” The tip of his finger dipped inside me. He shuddered as if I had the power to drop him to his knees. “Fuck…did you feel it too? The connection? The awareness between us?”
I turned to ice.
I hated that he’d felt it.
The difference.
The chemistry.
Hatred burned my tongue. “The only thing I feel for you is loathing.”
His jaw worked as he swallowed hard. His finger hovered on the precipice of claiming me. Bending closer, he whispered, “I still feel it. Feel that unexplainable familiarity.” His attention flickered to the two men watching us. “It’s why I tried to let you go. Why I tried to send you away. It was you who chose this. You who doomed both of us—”
“Go to hell.”
He groaned and pulled his touch away. “Like I said, we’re already there.”
I went to suck in a breath, one final untainted breath, but he pounced on me.
His finger speared deep.
His grunt burrowed into my blood.
I jerked on the table as he drove his finger possessively hard inside me. No one had ever claimed me so callously, so mercilessly. He took me as if I were his. As if I’d never belonged to myself but was always destined for him, for this. This…nightmare. This overwhelming, crippling nightmare.
His knuckles wedged against my clit.
My entire core clenched at his invasion.
I wanted to hate it.
I did hate it.
But a devilish, heathenish part liked it.
And I hated that wrongness even more.
His touch sent blistering fire through my veins, igniting every atom with hellish flames.
I tried to move; it only made his touch stroke against a highly sensitive part, and I involuntarily rippled around his finger.
He groaned under his breath, rocking his entire hand between my legs, taking every shred of ownership from me. In one touch, he shattered all my beliefs and all my hopes, leaving me in ruins on the table.
“Jesus Christ,” he gasped. “Why did you have to feel so fucking good?”
Something snapped in me.
I screamed.
I spewed curses I’d never heard of as he wrenched his hand away, and the godawful sound of his belt being undone and his zipper being pulled down echoed in the mirrored room.
