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Bartholomew studied my face, like he knew something was missing but didn’t ask for more information.
“He tried to punch me, but Victor stopped him.”
“Victor?”
“My ex.”
His expression remained steady, but there was a subtle flash across his eyes. “So you did speak.”
“A bit.”
He gave a slight nod then looked away. “And how was that?”
“He tried to apologize, but I wasn’t interested in listening to it. Told him I was over it, that I have a hot-as-fuck boyfriend who doesn’t have a problem fucking my brains out.”
His fingers stiffened in my hair, and he slowly turned his head to look at me.
“Don’t worry about the boyfriend comment. I was just trying to get my point across.”
He remained still, his eyes on me.
“My father seemed happy to see me…but also cold at the same time. Everyone else looked at me like I was a goddamn ghost or something. Catherine is pinned under my father’s thumb, obeys him and her husband like a dog. I don’t know what to do…”
“I don’t think there’s anything you can do.”
“She’s my sister… I can’t just abandon her.”
“She’s not your responsibility.”
“Well, if my mother were here, she wouldn’t let this shit fly. And I won’t either.” At least, I think she didn’t let it fly. The older I got, the more I saw my father for what he really was. Why would she have married him in the first place? Was he different when they first met? Did the money and power corrupt him later? I grabbed the scotch and took a big drink, let the burn clear my throat of all the bullshit I’d swallowed at the funeral.
“What’s this guy’s name?”
“Lucas. Why?”
“He tried to hit you. You thought there would be no repercussions for that?” He looked at me with that intense gaze, his jawline hard like he was ready to break a fist with his mouth.
“Victor stopped it. I told you that.”
“Doesn’t change anything. You don’t threaten my woman and walk free.”
“I provoked him—”
“Doesn’t. Change. Anything.”
“Bartholomew, just let it go—”
“I don’t let anything go.” His hand moved underneath my hair and gripped the back of my neck. The ferocity was in his dark eyes, like I was the one who was stupid enough to cross him. “Ever.”
* * *
His thumbs hooked into my thong, and he pulled it down my long legs. Now I was naked on the bed, and he took his time moving up my body, kissing the insides of my knees, my thighs, and then pressing hot kisses to the area where I craved him most. His tongue expertly kissed me, tasted me, made me shed tears long before I was ready to come.
He continued upward, kissing my tummy, the skin over my ribs, and then sucking my nipples so hard it made me wince. He dragged his tongue up the valley between my breasts then kissed my collarbone. By the time his face was above mine, I was so desperate, I was about to lose my goddamn mind.
His thighs separated mine, and then his big dick sank inside me. Slow and steady, it inched into my tightness before it hit the flood of my arousal. Then it was a smooth entry, his enormous size burrowed into my smallness.
My hands scooped underneath his shoulders, and I hooked my ankles around his waist as I let him dominate me. The heat of his body sealed me in place, his weight pinning me against the mattress right where I wanted to be. My nails dug deeper because it was so good, exactly what I wanted after such a shitty day.
