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I was tempted to find a woman, lure her back to my bedroom, and take out my anger on her, but it would feel empty. All I could do was hope these feelings didn’t last for too long, and soon I’d be able to sink my cock into some slut and chase the ultimate high, knowing that it would be enough to burn away my pain for a little while.
My feet were up on the large desk, and I was staring blankly at the glass of vodka in my hand when there was a knock at the door. I grunted, and it swung open, Sven looking around the corner.
“Those drinks you ordered are here, sir.”
“I didn’t order any fucking drinks.”
But he had already disappeared, and when I looked up again, she was closing the door behind her as she carried a tray with a new bottle of vodka and two glasses.
Cara.
She stood uncomfortably while I stared her down, unsure if I wanted to scream at her or embrace her.
Or choke her out.
“Hey,” she said finally, and after hesitating a moment longer, she approached the desk, placed the tray down, and poured herself a drink upon seeing I already had one.
“Hey.”
My lip twitched as she fidgeted slightly, her thighs rubbed together under her too-short skirt. Tilting my head forward, I surveyed her under my brows, hoping that the blackness of my eyes made her second-guess her decision to be here. I wanted her with me, but I didn’t want her to know that, not straight away. I needed her to feel at least a hint of the pain and uncertainty that had plagued me while she had been gone.
Cara took a swig of her drink, which seemed to steady something within her, and she sauntered over to me, sitting on the edge of the desk. My gaze immediately dropped to where her skirt rode up her thigh. Cara’s fingers dipped down and pulled her skirt up further as she lifted a leg and placed her foot on my chair between my thighs.
“What are you doing?” my voice was dark and hoarse as I tried and failed to contain emotions I’d never admit to having. My fingers twitched with the urge to touch her and make her hurt. Her toes curled in my crotch, and I felt my cock grow hard. It would be so easy to take her.
“I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I’m trying to tell you I still want you.”
“Why?”
“Because you accept my darkness, and I want to accept yours, even if I don’t fully understand it yet.”
I walked my fingers up her thigh, sliding under the hem of her skirt, leaving a trail of goose bumps where I touched her. “Do you want to talk about it?” I offered, gritting my teeth to keep myself from taking her right here. Because I didn’t want to talk, not now, maybe not ever. Although I knew she’d want to, I would deal with that when it came. Cara had walked willingly back into my office and into my life, and I was about to stake my claim on her for good. Talking could wait because I couldn’t hold out that long.
“Not really,” she said, shuddering as I slid my fingers further under her skirt. “Not now.”
“Good,” I growled out.
Grabbing her legs, I yanked her off the edge of the desk, dropping my drink to the floor and knocking hers from her hand ignoring the sound of shattering glass as I made her straddle me. She moaned as I kissed her, forcing her lips open and invading her mouth with my tongue.
“Emrick,” she panted as I moved my way down, kissing and nipping at her neck. “There’s a lot I still don’t understand, and it might take time for me to get my head around it.”
She yelped as I pulled the strap of her dress off her shoulder and bit into her creamy skin. She tasted so good. I wanted to make her sweat. I wanted her skin to be salty sweet when I licked it. I wanted droplets of her blood in my mouth as she screamed in pain and pleasure.
She started to talk again, and I slapped a palm over her mouth before moving to slide my fingers into her mouth, feeling her tongue work around them. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”
“I don’t, I just—”
I swallowed her next words with another kiss, and she groaned against my lips as my thumbs dug into the flesh of her thighs, my fingers working their way toward her hot core.
“Shut the fuck up then,” I whispered, sliding her panties to the side and feeling her wetness, “… and let me claim you.”
She whimpered as I pushed two fingers into her pussy, already wet and waiting for me. When she tried to grind against my hand, I slapped her thigh, making her jump and feeling the surge of power at the way her skin changed hue. I wanted her to hurt because even after she knew my story, she still left me to wallow in the emptiness of her absence, not knowing if she’d come back.
Masking pain with anger was second nature to me now.
With a growl rumbling through my chest, I lifted her off my lap and dropped her onto the desk in front of me, sliding the chair forward so I was seated between her spread thighs. Her scent was intoxicating, marked by my celestial pheromones, sending another growl rumbling through me. A thought pushed its way into my mind, a hope that one of the men or women I had fucked crossed paths with the demon who had slept with Cara, and he could smell me on them, and he knew my power and was threatened by it.
But not Cara, she was mine now, and no other hands would touch her ever again.
