Page 18 of Mr. Risky

Chapter Four

My heart was pounding and the water streaming over my face as I tried to hit back at the man, but his hands were pressing me firmly into the tub.

“What a sweet little invitation,” Granger laughed in my ear. “Your pussy tipped right up.”

I screamed again, as loudly as I could. But of course no one could hear me, not out in this guesthouse, hidden against the cliffs. . .

“It’s not an invitation!”

He slid his hand around inside my panties to my cunt, fingers delving past the neatly trimmed strip of hair to plunge inside me.

“This wet pussy feels like an invitation.”

Shrieking in rage, I slapped at his hand.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

He stepped closer, his pants leg brushing against my naked legs, and he slapped my thigh in return, hard, so it stung.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“How did you get in?”

“I told you I did renovations on this place. I admire your attempts to keep me out, but they are completely useless, sweetheart.”

“What do you think is going to happen between us?” I demanded, trying to push him away. That I’m going to fuck you while you’re married? No way.”

“Never stopped you before.”

Tears sprung to my eyes.

“That was a mistake!” I cried.

He pushed me unceremoniously in the tub, keeping hold of my bra so I wouldn’t hit my head, but that was about the last kindness I could expect from him.

“No! I don’t want this!” I sputtered.

He sat at the edge of the tub, cocky smile on his face.

“Bullshit, you wanted it two years ago. In fact, as I recall, you were dripping for me.”

“I don’t want it now! I am not going to help you cheat on Pippa, you disgusting bastard!”

“Do you really think you have a choice in the matter? You don’t.”

Bitter tears of rage sprung to my eyes.

He bent down, unbuttoning my bra, then gripping me hard by the back of the head.

His teeth were sharp, biting down on the soft hollow in my throat, then laying a punishing trail of kisses all down my shoulder.

“How the fuck did you get in here?”

Granger was laughing.

“I can get to you whenever I want.”

Angry, I grabbed at the shower head, aiming for his skull, and he was forced to let go of me to knock it away.