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“Oh. Oh. Oh.”
“Breathe. Continue breathing.” I stared down at the fluorescent paint, mesmerized by the variation of colors. Then I drove the rest of my cock inside.
She screamed at first, her muscles twitching, doing everything to accept my wide girth. Then I sensed she was relaxing, accepting the invasion. I pulled all the way out, sliding into her again.
That was the last of being gentle.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. As I pulled out again, she clawed the drop cloth.
“You wouldn’t be trying to escape. Now, would you?”
“No,” she purred, but I knew better.
I wrapped one hand around her throat, digging the fingers of my other into her hip. Then I fucked her like a mad dog, driving hard and fast. My mind was in a fog, my thoughts just as filthy as they’d been before. I closed my eyes, driving into her brutally.
As she started to meet every hard thrust, arching her back, I issued a keening roar. Nothing had prepared me for the explosive sensations, the burning need that continued to build.
When I couldn’t take it any longer, every muscle aching from the tension of trying to hold back, I sucked in my breath and finally released, filling her with my seed.
But I refused to stop, pumping several additional times, enjoying the noises she was making. As exhaustion finally crowded into me, I rolled my body over hers, pressing my face into her neck, whispering my intentions.
“We’re not finished yet.”
* * *
Eden had stayed the night.
Not that she’d had any choice in the matter. She wasn’t allowed to leave under any circumstances, although I’d yet to think through how to keep her as my prisoner without her learning about my real identity. There were loose ends to tie up and I was determined to do that today. There was no doubt any longer someone was playing an entirely different kind of game with her.
It was late morning, the sun already high in the sky. I’d taken her two additional times until we’d both become exhausted. She’d folded her body against mine, her curves molding against me perfectly.
And she’d slept, her even breathing a welcome sound.
I’d laid there with her for at least an hour before getting out of bed, remaining at the window, watching the sun from the moment it peeked over the horizon to shimmering across the manicured landscape. Then I’d eased into the chair, my intentions to watch her until she awakened.
I hadn’t expected to fall asleep, tormented by the ugliness of a dream I hadn’t experienced in years. When I’d awakened with a start, it had been in a cold sweat, my hair damp from the experience.
But I relived the moment Annie had jumped to her death. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t go through the horror again. I knew why it had come back like a sledgehammer. My adoration of Eden.
Love.
My heart ached to the point there was no since lying to myself. I was falling in love with her, just like I’d told myself I’d never do again. Not after the tragedy.
My rage was entirely too intense today, my hatred for my former best friend increasing. I hadn’t believed that was possible.
I’d stood under the shower for a full thirty minutes, trying to rid myself of the cobwebs as memories kept my skin prickled.
Annie had been the only other woman I’d ever loved, my needs for her almost as all-consuming as I felt when I was with Eden. Carmella. I’d almost spoken her given name more than once, the syllables remaining on my tongue. That would have shattered the charade early. Only I wasn’t certain I liked playing the game any longer.
Eden believed my intentions were real, not the beginning of a torturous act of revenge. Goddamn it, I no longer believed in what I was doing. As much as I’d loved Annie, grieving for years even though my family had no idea how hard I’d taken her death, I couldn’t stomach destroying Eden just to get to Devon.
What the fuck was I doing?
Spiraling toward the darkness, a place where only hell could provide justice.
I headed to my office, a coffee in hand, thankful she was still sleeping. I had business to attend to, including finding out Talon’s background and possibly his true identity. As soon as I walked in, Jameson appeared. “Where the hell is the informant? He better be on ice.”
He seemed shocked by my tone. “He’s dead.”
