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I sat down on the recliner opposite the couch, a piece of furniture I so rarely used it still had that showroom floor firmness to the cushions. “I’ll tell you exactly what I mean. I’m going to strip you, take a look at those tits of yours to see if I left any marks or bruises on them. Then I’m going to fuck you. For starters. And when that hour timer on my phone goes off, I’m not stopping.”
“What if I decide to leave?” She lowered her chin, a subtle, bemused look curving her lips. “You’re notreallygoing to prevent me from leaving. Not if I really want to. I know you.”
“You know the old me.”
“Isthisthe new you? The one who keeps women in his home against their will?” She laid a hand on her knee, an attempt to affect casual confidence. The subtle quivering of her fingers betrayed her.
“Not at all. The only thing keeping you here, Eva, is your fear of the truth. All you have to do is say the words you know will release you. But you won’t.”
“And why is that? What… what is this truth that you think I’m so afraid of?”
I stared her down for a long moment. “That you aren’t ready for it to be over. That something is unfinished between us. You feel it. I feel it. Are you really going to deny it?”
Her gaze slipped away, and I smiled at that. “Even now, you can’t bring yourself to even talk about it. We both know what’s going on. But it’s fucking up your plans, proving your assumptions were all so much bullshit.”
Her eyes flashed. “You don’t know the first thing about my assumptions.”
“I know a lot more than you realize.” I stood up then, stalking toward her until I stood over her from her seat on the couch. She peered up at me through the fringe of her hair, her lashes fluttering ever so slightly. “W-what are you doing?”
“Get up.”
“Nick, wait, this is…this is crazy.” She held up a hand, palm out, as if either to ward me off, or to appeal to my sense of fairness. “Look, I admit yesterday was really intense. And no, I’m not going to lie to you, and say I didn’t enjoy it. I did. But that doesn’t really matter. Us having a sexual connection does not equal being together anymore. Youknowthis too. That’s whatyou’reignoring.”
“If I have to tell you again, I’m gonna make you stand up myself.”
Her pretty lips quivered just for a moment, the color draining from her face. She knew now that she was cornered. She knew now that I was serious. The only real question remaining was whether or not she was going to stop fighting this. Take the easy way out.
And give up.
“Nick, this is fucking stup—”
I took hold of her hair. As I yanked her up firmly, she scrambled to her feet, yelping, her hands clawing at my forearm. “Now, you standrighthere. Don’t move.”
“This isn’t going to change anything.” Incredibly, she affected a smile, staring into my eyes. “No matter what you make me do. We still have the same problems.”
I plunged my hand down the front of her slacks, under her panties, pushing two fingers deep inside her. I thrust them vigorously until the sounds of her wetness around my fingers was obscene in the quiet of the room. She couldn’t help a slight moan escaping her lips as I worked her up. She didn’t try to fight me as I did it. No, if anything her hips began to thrust against me, as if they were telling the true tale, revealing her secret needs…needs I didn’t think she quite understood herself.
But I did.
I pulled my hand from her soaking wet sex, held up the two fingers, both of them dripping with her fluids. “Thistells me all I need to know, Eva, and no matter what you say, your body is going to show me what you really want. It always has.”
I pulled her close again, and though she pushed at my chest, it was feeble, nothing more than a show of resistance. We both knew what was happening here. “This isn’t about making love. This isn’t about pleasure, or orgasms for you, or anything you think you should want. This is about us; this is about showing you what we’ve always been. I’m going to take you, the way I should have taken you years ago. I’m going to make it hurt. And you’re going to ask me for more. You’re going to beg me for more.”
She twisted out of my grip, slapping me across the face, the sound like a pistol shot in the room. “I know you think I’m some delicate flower who doesn’t understand her own feelings. Or maybe you don’t really understand who I am at all. But let me tell you one thing, Nick. If you’re going to go through with this, you’d better know what you’re fucking doing.”
I rubbed my face for effect, not caring at all at the sting her slap had left behind. This was nothing more than a dance, a way for Eva to show me she was not going to acquiesce without a fight. And that shewantedthat fight.
She backed up, sidling around the end of the couch, slowly moving toward the kitchen, watching me the whole time. I stalked her step for step, shaking my head slowly. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t wantme. Say the words, goddammit! Say thetruth, Eva!”
She lifted her chin slightly, as if to challenge me, her eyes narrowing. “Make me.”
I was upon her in less than three steps, gripping her left arm and twisting it around behind her back. She tried to scramble for the center island, and rather than pull back at her I went with her, using her own momentum, pinning the fronts of thighs against the side of the island.
“What are you…what are you doing?”
She slapped her hand down upon the island countertop, trying to push herself up, but I bent her over it, and pressed her firmly to the smooth wood. “You just stay down where you were.”
Cranking her arm higher up her back until she whined, I kicked her feet wider apart, noting with pleasure that she’d chosen high heels once again. I yanked her sweater from the clutch of her slacks, pushing it up her body to bunch at her lower back. Then I hooked my fingers in the back of her pants and pulled them down unceremoniously. Her panties were a mauve satin, and I tore those from her body, the sound of rending fabric loud in the room. She cried out as I yanked the remnants of fabric from around her thighs, tossing her torn underwear behind me. I roughly pushed her slacks further down her thighs, leaving them to bunch just below her knees. I didn’t want her to be able to spread her legs further. I wanted her to feel this.
