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It’s time for you to leave.
The words that I’d managed to forget now barrel through the thick haze of lust clouding my brain.
No, I can’t do this.
The master of my ruin is ravishing me, and I’m letting him.
Even as I shove at his shoulders to push him away, I writhe against him. “Babe?” He releases my nipple with a pop and looks up at me through those eyes that just make me want to forget everything and give in.
I look down at myself and stare at my still wet pulsing nipple. I want to put his mouth back. I also see the small, already dark bruises his mouth and teeth have left all over my shoulders and chest. The stinging on my neck tells me I’ll find the same thing when I look I the mirror.
“Apollo, what’s wrong?”
“Let me down.” I unhook my legs and shove at his shoulders.
He doesn’t move.
“Please,” I beg. I can’t meet his eyes.
He swears under his breath and steps away from the wall and lets me hop down. I clutch my torn tank top, mortified at how easy that was for him to walk in here and just have his way.
I step around him and run to the kitchen. I pick up one half of the stupid spatula and hold it in front of me.
“Oh, Apollo,” he sighs, his mouth turned down in the corner. “Tell me what you’re
afraid of.”
“I’m not afraid. I just don’t like it.”
He throws his head back and laughs.
I see red.
“Why are you laughing? You’re ruining my life! Again?” I scream at him. I am wild with frustration and fear. Worst of all, I’m so turned on I want to shove my hand into my panties and finger my pussy until I come.
I want to do it right now. And, I want him to watch.
Oh my God.
What is wrong with me?
He’s turned me into a sex crazed exhibitionist who is ready to abandon every single one of my principles and let him fuck wherever he wants, however he wants.
All in less than four hours.
I don’t want to imagine the rubble I’ll be reduced to if I gave him more time.
“Listen, maybe it’s too late. Maybe it’s time to cut this off for good. I can’t think around you.” I jab a finger at the side of my head in frustration. “And I can’t be one of the girls you see twice and then never again.” I put “twice” in air quotes and glare at him.
His laughter dies.
Amusement morphs into surprise, then surprise settles into indignation.
“What did you say?” His voice is low with warning.
I bristle. “I am not afraid of you. Don’t you dare try to intimidate me, Graham Davis.” I point a finger at him. “I’m just being honest. I deserve better,” I say and cross my hands over my chest to keep from tugging on my hair. It’s my tell. And I’m lying through my teeth. There is no one better than him. But he has a habit of smashing my heart into a million pieces any time I let him near it.
He laughs bitterly. “So, now I’m not good enough for you?” He sneers and takes a small step in my direction. “You’ve known me for fourteen years.” He holds up his massive hand and spreads his fingers—as if I needed the visual aid—and shoves it in my face.
