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I swallowed tightly and nodded.
“Continue,” he instructed in that buttery Dom voice.
Continue? I couldn’t remember where I’d left off.
“FCC,” Grant prompted, as if reading my mind before nipping the tip of my nipple.
“Oh, right,” I breathlessly nodded, forcing myself to focus on the ceiling fan again. “My parents are, or were…I’m not sure what’s happening since I left, in the middle of a huge merger with Fairchild Media. I didn’t know, until recently, they’d spent years separately growing their empires, secretly planning to merge them one day, and corner the media market. If the merger goes through, my father and Ted Fairchild will pocket an obscene amount of money in new stock acquisitions alone.”
Pausing, I drew in a deep breath. The sparks assaulting my system from the ceaseless scrape of Grant’s pubic bone against my clit were ramping my hormones up again.
“So, you ran away because you’re going to inherit more money than God someday?”
His incredulous tone doused the flames licking my spine like a fire hose.
“No. I ran away because my parents were forcing me to marry a criminal.”
“I’m not sure how to tell you this, but you’re a grown woman. Nobody can force you to do anything…unless you let them.”
I knew he wouldn’t understand. How could he? Grant hadn’t grown up in the cold, calculating, and manipulative environment I had. He’d been raised by the same warm, loving, and supportive parents Aubrey had adored with her whole heart.
“Oh, really?” I quipped dryly, deflecting the pangs of envy seeping inside me. “You’re forcing me to fuck you right now.”
Grant reared back and shook his head. “I’m not forcing you to do anything, my dirty little slut. You’relettingme.”
“Only because I can’t shove your big body off me. How many times have I told you to get your cock out of me?”
“Several.”
“And yet, you’re still plowing in and out of my pussy, like you own it. Why?”
“Because you haven’t used your safeword yet, darlin’.”
It took all the willpower I possessed to keep from slapping the cocky smirk off his face while white-hot flames of rage scorched my soul.
“Tornado, you fucking asshole,” I bit out between clenched teeth.
“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he taunted, slowly dragging his thick cock from my core before climbing off the bed, taking all his sinful body heat and erotic sensual scent with him.
Mourning the unfamiliar emptiness in my core, as well as my soul, I sat up and watched him stride to the bathroom before peeling the condom off his beautiful, thick cock with a growling hiss.
Oh, hell. He never came.
My heart sank. Grant’s magical tongue and fingers had destroyed me with the most intense orgasm of my life, but he never finished himself off. Why? Why hadn’t he orgasmed before he dropped the mega-ton bombshell and called me Emma?
Why do you care? He’s done nothing but play you since day one, chided the voice in my head.
Clinging to my fraying threads of anger, I bounded off the mattress and gathered up my clothes as Grant strolled from the bathroom carrying a white, fluffy robe.
“Here, put this on,” he commanded, thrusting the garment toward me.
“Sorry,Sir. We’re not playing that game anymore.”
“No, we’re not. But if you ever call me an asshole again, I’ll turn you over my knee and paddle your ass crimson,little one.”
“You won’t get the chance,” I said, defiantly lifting my chin. “I’m leaving.”
“No, you’re not. Not until you finish telling me why you stole Aubrey’s identity.”
