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“No, you’re not coming through here. This is where this ends.”
“Where… what… exactly ends?” Stepping forward, barely a foot away, he looks down at me.
“You knew, you fucking bastard, you knew!” The sentence finishes on a dragged-out scream, and I release the door frame, swinging my palm at his handsome face. But he catches my wrist. So I swing the other one too, and the bastard has both in his grip now.
One second passes from the moment he pushes me into the room, turns me, and pins me against the wall at the same moment the door closes next to us.
Our heaving breaths are too loud, mixing together, our bodies too close. He’s pinned my wrists above my head, held with just one large hand, his whole front against mine, his free hand gripping my hip.
“I will ask again. Where.What. Ends?” His tone is firm, only I can’t meet his gaze.
I swing my leg up, ready to knee him where it hurts the most, but he fucking predicts that too, his left leg pushing mine to the side, situating himself between them.Fuck.
“Little Eve, do not make me ask again.” His tone is lower, menacing, gravelly in a way it’s never been like before. Ever. It’s not a voice I recognize on him, and my body shudders from my throat, down my chest, my hardening nipples, my belly… through the one spot I really hoped would not react to him anymore, and finally to my toes.
“This,” I spit, looking down between us. “You knew it was me, you son of a bitch, in the club when you… It. Ends Now.” I push out those last three words, because I somehow feel betrayed. He took advantage of me!
Didn’t he…?
“This.” He copies me, his eyes dragging down to the point where we are joined, where he can feel my hardened peaks against him. “I wasn’t aware it even began. I didnotknow it was you when I played with your tight cunt as Carter and his girl watched.”
My mouth falls open, stretching wide while my eyes threaten to pop out of their sockets.
“Carter! Wha… Carter?! Are you shitting me?!” Sweet Jesus. “That was him?! Oh my God! Get the fuck off me!”
Only, I’m pushing against a brick wall.
“I didn’t know who put that fucking spell on me with those sinful hips. I. Did. Not. Know.” He cocks his head, his eyes dark pits under his mask, his look utterly devilish as no light shines there. No sparkle. All sincerity, and I have to look away.
Because my body doesn’t seem to care that much, as it struggles to keep itself from reacting to that delicious tone in his voice.
“I don’t believe you!” I snap.
“It’s the truth. Want to hear another one?”
My eyebrows furrow, but I stay silent.
“When I left you, wet and satisfied in front of that window, I was dying to know what you tasted like. But you were a stranger… I couldn’t put a stranger’s cum into my mouth. Only you, your soft body against mine, those lush hips, the feel of your skin under mine… I didn’t know if I would see you again.” A wicked grin paints his lips as he speaks those words, and with each one, my breathing quickens, already knowing how it will end. “So I tasted you, I brought those fingers to my lips, sinking them beyond… and allowed myself one taste. Just one. Little. Taste.” I steal a glance in his direction, and catch him as he licks his lips. I find myself licking mine at the same time. My mouth waters at the image of the mighty Serpent sucking my cum from his fingers.
His eyes flicker between us at the same moment a shiver runs through my breasts, my hard nipples pressing a little harder onto him. He did not miss that.
“I almost came back to you after that one taste… I wanted more. You tasted like I needed it all. So I walked away.”
He leans in slowly, our gazes on each other’s, the tension rising, the leg nestled between mine pressing on my center, and my God… I feel myself, wet and needy, and I know he’ll feel it too.
The moment our noses touch, his grip loosens just enough, and I pull my hands down hard, pushing him off me. I rush to the stairs that lead up to the apartments, because there’s no way I’m waiting for the elevator. Taking two at a time, I rush past the first floor, up the next flight, stealing a glance behind me… I can’t see him. I keep going, reaching what will be my apartment, punching in the code for the door. No keys yet since it’s easier this way with the contractors. I walk into the darkness, pushing the door closed with both hands… and at the last moment, a shiny black shoe wedges in, and the door bursts open, throwing me back a few steps.
“I don’t want you.” The words fall too fast off my tongue. Too fast for even I to believe them. Because here, in what will be my home, all dressed in his signature black that hugs every inch of his lean body, he looks exactly like what I want.
I walk backwards slowly.
“You don’t want my hands on you.”
Another step.
“My palms on those soft breasts.”
Another one.
