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“I thought you wanted me to leave.”
His lips twitched—it was almost a smile. “I thought so too. But now I want to play with my toy again.” He slapped my hand away when I went to touch his hair. “Keep your hands above your head, pussycat.”
My skin tingled as he glided his hands down my body, and when I felt his breath against my mound, I trembled. Emrick looked up at me. God, he was so damn hot. Those eyes drove me wild—black like the night sky, a world of danger hidden there. Like this—with his hair out of the ponytail he usually kept it in and strands of dark hair falling across his face—he looked like the devil himself.
With his hands splayed across my stomach and thighs, I felt small and vulnerable. Added to that there was very real danger he could hurt me, and I couldn’t be sure what he was thinking at any given moment and what he would do to me. He was an enigma.
I didn’t think he would hurt me, not really, not beyond the mixture of pleasure and pain he had already exposed me to.
Or was that just a taste of what he was capable of?
But I know I was basing my faith he wouldn’t hurt or kill me on almost nothing. What did I know about this man, really? Rumors and snippets, glances and shared looks, meaningless chatting and a night of absolute pleasure, and nothing much beyond. He could be anybody, and then with how he looked at me when I had stayed the night, like I was as much a mystery to him as he was to me.
I groaned and gripped the pillow when he flicked his tongue between my pussy lips and over my clit. He never took his eyes off me. Every time I looked down, he was watching me, taking in every jerk, twitch, and cry as he sucked on my clit. I wasn’t going to last long if he kept doing that.
Emrick roughly spread my legs, breathing my scent in, sending another shiver down my spine. His mouth moved to me, and I closed my eyes a moment after he did before he pushed his tongue inside me. I was writhing under his touch, about to lose my control and grip of his hair, desperate to pull him toward me, when he moved away—a harsh and violent motion.
“Emrick,” I whispered, still grinding my hips against a touch that was no longer there.
“Get out.”
I stuttered, “W-what?”
The moment was shattered as he kneeled between my legs, his eyes blazing with fury that had me shrinking away from him, covering my chest with my hands. He pointed to the door, bellowing, “Get the fuck out! Get out!Get out!”
I’ve never moved so fast in my life. He radiated danger, his breathing ragged as he balled his hands into shaking fists by his side. I bounded off the bed, throwing confused glances at him while I dressed. His mouth was still glistening with my juices. He noticed me looking and wiped his lips with the back of his hand before spitting on the bed where I had been.
When I didn’t move fast enough, he came barreling toward me, and I hurried to finish dressing, still pulling the straps of my top over my shoulders as he fumbled with the lock on the bedroom door and shoved me out into the main room.
“Emrick—”
But he had slammed the bedroom door in my face. Turning, I paused, unsure what to do. It seemed foolish to hang around or try to see him again, so I walked to the elevator and took it down to the office. When the doors slid open, the office wasn’t empty. Sven and another of Emrick’s men were seated around, their quiet chatting ceasing when they looked at me. My face flushed when they smirked, and Sven sauntered to the balcony door to unlock it, chuckling, laughingatme.I was a joke to them. Keeping my head down, I rushed past them, barely keeping the tears at bay as I threw the final door open and ran down the stairs.
What the hell happened?
A scolding hot shower.
But it wasn’t enough.
I knew what last night was—sex for pleasure and nothing more. Yet somehow, I had come away feeling more used than I ever had before, and I’d been with some terrible men. This morning had cemented my resolve to leave. I’d done exactly what I told myself I wouldn’t, and for some reason, convinced myself there was more to Emrick than stories and what meets the eye. But he was just as bad as everyone said he was. I could take a one-night stand, but the way he had looked at me as though I were scum, barely allowing me the time to dress before physically pushing me out the door made me sick.
The rage in his eyes, that was something else entirely, and I had no idea what I’d done to bring it on.
The small wounds dotted on my body throbbed—in hindsight, the piping hot water may not have been a good idea, all it did was increase blood flow and make my bruises feel worse than they actually were.
The hot water blasted against my body, and after half an hour, the confusion and frustration were making way for something else. Something stirred inside me, born from the pit of darkness and living behind the façade I displayed. I ignored it because I knew what happened when I felt like that, and I couldn’t trust myself any more than I could trust anyone else. Afterthe incident,the day that messed me up and awakened the dark part of me which thrived in the chaos, I had tried to keep this particular feeling to a minimum.
The feeling in the pit of my stomach, I tried to convince myself it was self-pity, but after a drink and collapsing in bed, I admitted what it was.
Rage.
Because who the hell was he to treat me like that? Emrick was the one who had wantedmeto come tohim. All I did was watch him, and I could have hardly been the first who did that. He draws the eye with his striking good looks and the dark aura which follows him around. Emrick came to me on more than one occasion and asked me to come to his room. I tried, God knows I tried to resist him. So when I finally did give in, he treats me likethat?Screw that for a joke.
He may be accustomed to treating people like garbage, but that doesn’t mean I have to throw away my job as well because he threw a fit.
If he were expecting me not to be at work tonight, he was in for a shock.
After a few hours of much-needed sleep, I was back at Urban, doing my best to ignore the stares from patrons and bouncers alike at the smattering of injuries across my skin. The bruises had only gotten worse over the past few hours, and my neck and shoulders looked like I’d done three rounds in a boxing ring. But screw it. Up until Emrick’s tantrum, I’d had a great night, and there was no shame in that.
