Page 5 of Possessive Mr. Pen

His hands close into fists at his sides.He steps forward.

I slam and lock the door between us.My breaths saw in and out of my lungs as though I ran a hundred miles.

In a rare moment of cowardice, I rush deeper into the room and lock myself in the posh bathroom, unable to ignore my instincts as they scream for me to put as many obstacles between us as possible.Leaning against the ornate wood, I drop my head back, close my eyes, and will my breathing to slow as I strain my ears for sound of movement on the other side.My legs threaten to buckle.When nothing but the soft ticking of a wall clock filters through, I swallow an unexpected surge of disappointment and lift my head.

I stare into my reflection and marvel at my sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks.For eight years I’ve fought against growing numbness and despair, but in one risqué interaction, Connor Pen wiped it all away.The world shimmers.My skin tingles.

When I dip my gaze to my chest, my soul chills as I recall Mr.Beaumonte’s disgusting stare.Dozens of other lecherous faces from my memories join his.I shiver and take a deep breath before pushing off the door.

I took too big of a risk tonight.Not by saving Destiny—I’ll never regret standing up for a young girl in need—but by letting my guard down near Connor Pen.The man took my virginity during a wild one-night stand, became my boss less than twenty-four hours later, then swore I was his worst mistake and demanded nothing less than perfection every second of every day for eight years.

Eight years.

I’ll never forgive him for the humiliation, but I need this job too much to walk away.

My sister relies on me.So do all the girls I vowed to protect.They’re my only family.Without them, I’d have no reason to live.

I shiver as the cold, wet fabric clings to my throbbing nipples.Magma pulses in my core as I recall Connor’s skilled hand bunching my skirt higher on my thigh.

With a curse, I push off the door and strip on my way to the shower.

Not Connor.Mr.Pen.

No matter how much I want to walk away, there’s no escape for me.I can’t quit.I signed an NDA and very strict non-compete agreements when I started working as Mr.Pen’s personal assistant, and with my lack of education, I’ll never find a better paying job than the one I have now.I don’t have the time or skills to start over in a new field.

I’m trapped with the most egotistical bosshole in the world.Trapped with the only man who has ever made my heart race and break at the same time.Trapped between lust and hate.

With annoyance in every move, I turn on the cold water and step into the shower.When even the shock doesn’t cool the need pulsing within me, I adjust the temperature, yank the detachable showerhead off its post, and lean my shoulders back on the wall.

The showerhead is a poor excuse for my boss’s fingers, but with fresh fodder in my mind, my body leaps over the edge in seconds.

All because Connor Pen pinned me to the wall.

My life is so fucked up.Always had been.Always will be.

I tuck the growing cloud of despair deep into my chest and blank my mind.

The only way to survive this is to continue working as Mr.Pen’s personal assistant, so no matter what happens next, I must convince him to bury the last few minutes the same way we swept our one-night stand under the rug.

I wince at the thought.It’s going to hurt like hell when he reverts to treating me like a mistake, but it’s worth it to ensure my sister has the care she deserves.

For her, I can do anything, even if it means setting aside my pride and working for the biggest, sexiest jerk in history.

Connor Pen.

Chapter 2

Connor Pen

Frustration squeezes a vicearound my balls as fury pounds through my veins.I stare at the closed door and exhale long and slow, but even with my lungs empty and my vision swimming, the possessive rage pounding from my toes to the top of my skull refuses to relent.

Hilary taunted me with her perfect goddess-like physique and warrior spirit.The feral beast trapped within me demands I kick down the door and pin her underneath me until she screams my name in ecstasy.Pleasure her until she begs for mercy.Worship her until nothing exists beyond my mastery of her body.

A second door closes.The bathroom.My frustration doubles as I realize she put more distance between us.

I grit my teeth until pain lances through my skull then inhale until my ribs ache, but when several seconds pass and my fury still does not fade, I turn and stomp down the hall away from temptation.

The moment I step into the foyer, the shower turns on.My soles stick to the floor as dirty images fill my mind.