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“A spoiled brat,” she said again.

I didn’t have the right words to dig myself out of the massive hole I’d created. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to. I was pissed. She had gone too far. No one managed me. No one lied for me.

Her hands went to the front of the dress. She grabbed handfuls of fabric and jerked hard.

I heard the tearing of fabric and then it was falling to the floor.

“Fuck you, Cash. You don’t get to dress me up like your personal doll and then call me a spoiled brat. You’re the one throwing money at a problem you created. A learned response from growing up as a spoiled brat and now an entitled asshole. Fuck you.”

My nostrils flared. She was wearing a strapless bra that plumped up her ample breasts. Black panties. I didn’t even hear her words. I crossed the room.

She met me halfway.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. My mouth slammed against hers. My lips smashed into my teeth. Pain bloomed but it only fueled the fire.

CHAPTER 24

CLEO

His mouth was hard against mine, hungry and demanding. I matched his intensity, biting his bottom lip and making him groan. His hands were everywhere. On my waist, in my hair, sliding down to grip my ass.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growled against my mouth.

I dug my nails into his shoulders. “Good.”

In one swift move, he lifted me onto the counter. The marble was cold against my bare thighs, but I barely noticed because Cash was shoving my knees apart. He stepped between them and moved his mouth over my jaw and down my neck. His hands slid up my thighs with bruising pressure. His teeth on my neck gave me a vague idea of what it must feel like to be the subject of a vampire attack.

Damn good. That’s how it felt.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice rough as his fingers traced the edge of my panties.

“Yes. I’m not playing games anymore. Stop talking and touch me.”

His eyes darkened at my command. He hooked his fingers into my panties and yanked hard. They tore away from my body. More destroyed clothing. I don’t care. I don’t feel bad about it.

He tossed them somewhere behind him while his mouth continued to devour my neck. I should feel exposed, sitting on a bathroom counter in just a bra, but I didn’t. I felt powerful.

When his fingers finally touched me, I gasped. I was already wet, had been since that kiss on the balcony. He slid one finger inside me, then two. My head lolled to the side. The invasion was too much and not enough. His thumb circled my clit with just enough pressure to make my hips buck.

“Look at me,” he said.

I did. His eyes were intense, focused entirely on my face as his fingers worked inside me. He was still fully dressed while I was practically naked. The contrast made everything hotter.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.

I believed him. He didn’t dole out empty compliments. He said what he meant and he believed I was beautiful.

His fingers curled inside me while the pad of his thumb continued to rub my clit. My head fell back as pleasure rapidly built. I was climbing so fast I could barely breathe. It was too much. My body felt like there were a million needles pricking my skin.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let go for me. Let me feel all that Cleo energy exploding on my fingers.”

His thumb pressed harder and circled faster. I shattered. My orgasm crashed through me in waves. I cried out, not caring who might hear. His mouth captured mine, swallowing my moans as his fingers worked me through it.

Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me off the counter. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried me to the bedroom. He unceremoniously tossed me onto the bed.

I watched him undress in quick, jerky movements. He pulled his tie off in one smooth motion. His fingers worked quickly on the buttons of his shirt, revealing more skin with each one. When he shrugged it off his shoulders, I couldn’t help staring. His chest was defined, not overly muscled but strong. There was a thin line of dark hair trailing down to the waistband of his pants.

More. God, more.