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I’m torn between wanting to save the rest of my dignity by telling him I didn’t actually come here to sway his decision before he cruelly answered. I open my mouth to say the same but I can’t find it in me to lie.
He knows me too well and I would rather stand by my choice than deny and run like a coward.
I also know we can’t go on like this.
The frustrating push and pull, the fight and the taunts. Especially ending up alone in the dark corners andalmost fucking. It has to stop and I only see it happening one way.
“We can’t work together, Dash.”
There’s a lingering pause when I hold my breath and it whooshes out of me when he nods while pocketing his hand. “No, we can’t.”
My mood sours even more at him agreeing so casually. It leaves me surprised because I honestly expected him to disagree or fight or threaten me like he’s done till now.
And why does it sting yet again? And why do I keep expecting him to suddenly have a humbling heart when mine isn’t even on the table?
If he’s giving mixed signals, then I’m not doing any better.
I’m just as much at fault as he is.
“I’ll find you a replacement or give recommendations for your project on Monday,” I say, unable to handle his intense stare and silence.
“Bianca,” he sighs.
“I’m leaving,” I say, cutting him off. “Goodbye Dash.”
He made his choice and the last thing I need is pity from him, which I can sense pouring off him. His lips press into a thin line and it only makes him look hotter instead of repulsive.
“I’ll walk you out,” he says firmly. “Come on.”
I step back and shake my head. “No, thanks. I know the way well by now.”
He ignores my words and grabs my hand roughly before pulling us in a different direction to the one I came in. I protest, tugging my hand, but he tightens his grip and stares down at me. “The crowd tends to get wild on a party night, so there’s no chance I’m letting you leave alone. Got it?”
“But you’re going in the wrong direction, Dash.”
I trail after him, trying to keep up with his long stride as he explains, “There’s a private elevator. I’m taking you there.”
As soon we reach it, he presses the button and tugs me inside when the door opens. The enclosed space feels ten times smaller and cozier with just us two as it begins to ride upward. My heart races uncontrollably when he continues to hold my palm in his big one. His thumb is grazing back and forth, almost like he’s unaware and can’t help himself.
He does it so effortlessly like he’s been doing it for years.
With each pass of his calloused finger, I’m lulled into a trance and warmth spreads through me. He keeps staring ahead, expression locked so I can’t read and steal his thoughts.
Does he realize gestures like these only fuck with my head?
They throw me for a loop and I’m left confused with my body’s reaction. Still, I can’t find it in me to yank my hand away.
Afraid of drawing attention and interrupting the soft touch, I take in our reflection in the mirror instead. My lips look swollen from trying not to scream, cheeks flushed as if I was fucked to within an inch of my life, while my hair is no better. But what causes a low throb in my core are the purple hickeys his lips left on my thighs.
I trace them with my fingers before I can stop myself, not caring about the fact that he could be watching.
Just like that, my mind wanders back to his possessive touch, the dark raging desire in his gaze as he growls and punishes me. The pleasurable pain when he ruthlessly bit my pussy. The action was savage and barbaric yet I wasn’t appalled.
It only heightened the ecstasy I felt and had he not stopped, I would’ve come just from it. And just when I thought it was over, he spanked my pussy. Hard. Viciously. Mercilessly. The sharp sting spreads into heat, and I bite my lip when a whimper tries to escape.
The sudden urge to close my thighs has me shifting nervously on my feet.
I had never known a man could become so consumed with lust and madness until him.
