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I say it like it’s the final twist of a dirty knife, but he just laughs it away.
“Only if they deserve it,Bonita, and most of them do… Come on, you can do better than that.”
We’re nearly at the top floor. It’s a place I’ve never visited in my five months of working atThe Eagle. The top floor is where big, important decisions are made, such as whether I’ll be pushing this infuriating bastard of a man out of an open window in the next five minutes.
“Get out of my life, Edier Grayson!” I scream suddenly, my words coming from a place just off center in my chest. “Get out of my heart!”
It’s like a hit of acid. One minute we’re glaring at each other, the next he’s springing away from the wall, eating up the distance between us in two short strides, just as the doors ping open. He pauses barely a foot away and disappointment tingles in places it really shouldn’t.
Taking my arm again, he marches me down an empty hallway and through a set of smart black doors into a huge room with breathtaking views of Manhattan.
“What is this place?”
“My new office.”
“Can’t be,” I say dismissively. “The Devil doesn’t have white walls and impeccable taste in Italian furniture. Besides, you only just bought this company. There’s no way you could have had this decorated overnight.”
“When I move on something, I move fast, and I keep all my chains and whips in the basement.” Spinning me around, he backs me up against the floor to ceiling windows. “Why thefuckam I still in your heart, Ella?” His question shocks me, but the fury in his voice shocks me more. “We were a one-time thing. I made it very clear that night.”
“You make it sound like you slept with me as a favor.”
I flinch as he places a large hand against the base of my throat again. It’s not a threatening gesture, I realize. He’s just feeling the beat of my traitorous heart for himself.
“I left before you woke. I made sure to shatterthisinto pieces, so you’d never want me again.”
“Unfortunately,thatfixed itself in the shape of bad men who enjoy breaking things, and trust me, I hate it more than I hate you right now… I could accept waking up cold and alone, with no note and no explanation that morning. I’d even accepted that our dirty little box of unsaid things would remain shut indefinitely, but not the ghosting. Not your insistence over the last three years on making me feel as small and insignificant as possible. I clawed myself out of a dark hole to start working here, but now you want to take that away too?” I shake my head, holding his gaze, firing my icy blues at his dark and deadly. “I’m not going to let you do it. Not this time. I love this job. I love it enough to fight like hell for it, so you’re just going to have to get used to a new side of me.”
“Jesus, Ella! If only you knew!” Slamming his fists down either side of me, trapping me, he drives his forehead into mine like he's trying to force his way inside.
The sudden warmth and pressure make my breath hitch. I’m smelling whiskey and lust. I’m back in my bedroom in the Hamptons again, aching to be touched and filled.
Trembling, I tip my head back to bring his mouth in line with mine. “Tell me, Edier Grayson… Are you ready for the fight of your life?”
He tenses as my words graze his lips.
“I hate you too,” he says harshly, shutting his eyes. “I hate that I can’t stop thinking about what we did that night. I hate that when you came on my face so hard, I felt like a god, or when I filled you up with my cum, I wanted it to stay inside you forever so that one day, if you ever wanted children, they’d all be mine.” Reaching down between us, he roughly cups my pussy, and I let out a helpless groan, twisting my body to escape his touch. Part of me is incensed that he’s ambushing me against the window like this. The other parts, not so much. Every movement I make increases the friction, until I find myself squirming against him instead of fighting him.
“We can’t do this,” he snarls.
“Then stop,” I gasp out.
Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.
“I can’t fucking stop,Mi Cielo. That’s the fucking problem.”
I fumble for his belt as he flicks open the top button to my jeans, his movements so much more skillful than mine. Everything else is forgotten in this moment. The hurt. The loneliness. The new meds in my bag… It’s like his touch is a medicine all by itself.
Dragging my jeans and panties down past my hips, he drives two fingers inside me without warning. I close my eyes in ecstasy at the familiar burn and fullness, grabbing his hand to encourage him deeper.“Still so hot and welcoming for me, Ella,” he says harshly. “Just how I made you.”
Pushing my jeans down to the floor with his foot, he orders me to spread my legs as wide as I can before he’s delivering a stinging slap to my pussy.
I cry out in shock and need, twisting and gasping out some more.
“You like that,Mi Cielo?” He slaps me twice more, making me squirm, the vibrations of his sweet cruelty sending shockwaves to my core before he’s plunging those same two fingers back inside me and stretching me wide. “Wet and gaping. Such a good girl gone bad… I could fit two more fingers in there, and you’d take it all.”
He’s just as filthy as I remembered, maybe even more so. His touch and words are tinged with a depravity that speaks of the torment I sensed in him yesterday.
I’m clinging to the front of his black shirt as he fucks me with his fingers, driving in and out of me so quickly and so violently I can feel my desire spilling down his hand and onto my thighs. At the same time, the waves are building and building, suspending me over that beautiful void.When he brushes his thumb across my clit, I choke on a curse as my orgasm rips through my body like wildfire, a fresh gush of wetness flooding out between my legs as my head floats somewhere above us.
