That tears through whatever restraint I had left.
I close the distance in one step, grab her by the throat, and slam her back against the wall. My hand wraps around her neck, squeezing just enough to hold her in place and remind her exactly who she's talking to. Her breath hitches, but her gaze doesn’t flicker.
“Brooke,” My voice edged with barely controlled rage. “You act like you forgot who the fuck I am and what I’m willing to do to keep you alive.”
Her fingers curl around my wrist, nails digging into my skin. Her eyes burn into mine, full of rage and something that looks too much like need for how hard we’re fighting.
She lifts her chin a fraction against my hand and holds my stare.
“Then prove it.”
Chapter 63
Brooke
His hand wraps around my throat, tight enough that I feel my pulse hammering against his palm. His breath hits my mouth in short bursts. I look up at him, anger still burning, desire right behind it, both twisting together until it aches in a way I can’t separate.
His jaw moves like he’s grinding something down, his eyes dark and raw, every part of him exposed.
I understand what this is. This is the only way he knows how to keep himself from falling apart.
The edge in his stare wavers for half a second. His fingers twitch against my neck, grip tightening before it eases just enough to let me breathe.
Then he slams me back into the wall, and the impact knocks the air from my lungs. His mouth crashes into mine, teeth clashing, lips bruising under the force. I kiss him back just as hard and bite down on his lip until I taste blood.
He hisses and pulls back, eyes blazing, and his hand drops from my throat.
I shove against his chest and twist away, forcing the office door open as I move into the hallway. I barely make it three steps before he catches me.
His hands lock around my waist and I yelp as he lifts me clean off the floor. My stomach flips as he throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
“What the fuck, Seth?” I snap, fists pounding against his back as I twist against him, in a futile attempt to break free.
He doesn’t slow down. He doesn’t answer.
His hand lands hard against my ass, then his fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings. He drags them down just enough for cool air to hit skin already overheated. My ass and pussy are fully exposed as I hang over his shoulder.
A sharp, helpless gasp escapes me.
“Seth—”
His middle and ring fingers press between my legs, finding me soaked. He drives them inside in one hard motion while he keeps walking. My body jolts against his shoulder, breath punching out of me in a broken sound.
“Oh, fuck,” I choke, nails digging into his back.
He curls his fingers deep, rough and possessive, like he is claiming something he refuses to lose. Every step he takes forces them deeper, the movement relentless. My body rocks against him, hips twitching with every push.
He slows just enough to drag his fingers out and drive them back in with controlled precision. Heat builds fast, anger dissolving into something desperate and aching that I can't hold back.
“Say it,” he demands.
“I need you, Seth,” I breathe, the words pulled out of me.
His grip tightens. He thrusts once more, then pulls his fingers free and slaps my ass hard enough to sting.
He kicks the bedroom door open without breaking stride.
He throws me onto the bed, and my back hits first, the air ripping out of my lungs in a sharp rush. I barely have time to react before he moves.
