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“Where’s that?” My voice shakes. I want too many conflicting things right now. I want to soothe the anger in his eyes. Get down on my knees and give in to him until he can breathe again. And I want to provoke him into attacking. I want to make him stop holding himself apart. “Wherever youputme?”
His eyes move down to my lips. I can feel every breath he takes. Feel the heat of him between us. Frustration vibrates in the narrow space between our bodies. “This is your chance to get the fuck away from me. That’s where you belong. Where I can’t reach you.”
Stay over there. With them. Where I can’t reach you.The horrified expression on his face after he beat the daylights out of the man who broke into our apartment comes back to me in vivid detail. I didn’t get the chance to explain that I wasn’t afraid of him.
“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”
He leans in again, tension crashing through the air like waves on a break wall. “Leave,” he orders. “Get out.”
“Or else what? You’llteach me a lesson?”
The answer isyes.It’s written all over his face, with his fiery sea-glass eyes and fading bruises and barely concealed violence. And beneath all that is something raw and hurting that he wouldn’t talk to me about. We never got that far.
Will takes a slow, controlled breath. “Or I’ll hurt you.”
I laugh in his face. “Then it won’t be anything new. You’ve already done that. I’m not afraid of you.”
“You should be.”
“I’ve met assholes before.”
His other hand slaps the wall near my head, and my breath catches. A base-level fear runs through my veins, but there’s a sugar-rush desire along with it.He wants me. He wants me so much he can’t stay away.“I am hanging by a goddamn thread, Bristol.Leave.”
“No. I have news for you, Will. This isn’t your company anymore. You’re not my boss anymore, and I don’t have to listen to anything you—”
He eats the wordsayalive with a kiss so hard it knocks my head against the wall. The Will Leblanc I knew at Summit might have subsided, at least a little, but this man doesn’t. He tastes like toothpaste on an empty stomach. Mint and hunger. His hands go to my skirt, and he wrenches it up to my waist with so much force that threads snap. Then his left hand locks around the back of my neck. Will traps me in the kiss and drags me away from the wall.
His fingers dig into the waistband of my panties. The cotton and elastic can’t stand up to him. It’s very bad to let your former boss rip off your panties in the bathroom at your new job, but right now, I don’t have the breath or the mind to care.
Will breaks the kiss. I open my mouth to gasp for breath at the same moment he pushes me over the sink. Then his face is next to mine in the mirror, his right hand coming up to press my own panties into my mouth. I babble something into the gag, and he smiles.
Hesmiles.
His left hand moves between my legs. The air is cool on the parts of me that he’s exposed to himself, but his fingers are hot. Will strokes me so gently that it’s driving me out of my mind. It’s mean, to be so soft when he’s gagged me, like I might possibly make a sound just because he’s—
Two of his fingers push into me, fast and deep, and the panties barely manage to hide the shocked sound I make.
And then another one, because it’s three fingers, and he looks delighted. Will’s body shakes with silent laughter. My face flushes another shade darker when he holds up his hand near my face. His slick fingers are reflected in the glass. I made them that way, and he makes me look at them, all doubled up.
I want him to do it again.
It feels like a small victory. Will wants me to be afraid of him, but I’m not.
Okay. I am. He closes his mouth around his fingers and uses his grip to make me watch while he licks them clean.
By the time he’s done, he’s not smiling. He’s studying.
He leans down, looking at my face in the mirror. It’s the same expression he wears when he’s reviewing paperwork at the office. When he’s looking for all the weak spots he can use, to bend and break the terms until he can put them back together again.
The cool air is almost too much. The hard sink against my hips. It’s going to leave bruises. His hand over my mouth.
One corner of his mouth turns up, and he shakes his head. “No, Bristol. This is the easy part.” I’d ask him what the hard part is, but I can’t. He tugs the collar of my blazer to the side and leans down closer. Will nips my earlobe with his teeth. “Try not to scream, Ms. Anderson. You’re at work.”
He moves too fast for me to beg, keeping me pinned over the sink at the same time. His beltclinks first. Then the metallic pull of his zipper echoes through the restroom. He lines himself up and thrusts home so hard that my feet come off the floor. It makes me dizzy. I’ve never had another body meet mine like this. Ever.Ever.My own body struggles to keep up and accommodate him. My stomach tightens with the stretch and with the sheer possession of it. But I don’t scream. I’m not going to scream. I’m not—
Will curves his body over mine—I’m trapped, and this time it’s real—sinks his teeth into my bared shoulder, and bites.
I try not to scream. I really do. The sound that comes out of me is surprise and desire and oh, God, I didn’t realize his teeth would hurt so much. He’s not holding back at all. This is the person he kept out of his office. This is the person his beautifully decorated home is meant to conceal.
