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Daaammit.
The longer we stand here, toe to toe, with rage wrapping around me like a blanket, the more aroused I become. The red in my field of vision is a blend of lustful burgundy and angry crimson.
I’m blinded by it.
My cock is throbbing, begging to get inside her. But not in her tight pussy. No, she’d enjoy that too much, and more importantly, she hasn’t earned it.
Instead, I want to thrust it down her fucking throat and silence her taunting. To feel those fucking luscious lips surround it, holding it deep inside her wet, warm mouth. I want to fist that fiery red hair to the point of pain and shove her face so flush against my body that she can barely breathe.
I’ve never wanted to punish a woman like I want to punish her.
I want to take from her and give nothing in return. And I won’t let her up for air until she’s used that sassy fucking mouth to tug, suck, and swallow every damn drop of my release.
Mia should be on her fucking knees in front of me, begging me to ease her ache. And then I’ll deny her.
That’s what I want.
That’s what she deserves.
Who the fuck has infiltrated my thoughts?
I amnotthat person.
I’m a nice guy. A compassionate lover. A giver.
But she makes me want to do things I’ve never even fantasized about.
No. No way. That’s not happening.
I couldneverdo those things. It’s the green monster that’s been unleashed who’s thinking these things. First with Shep in the elevator and now with Tomer buttered up to what’s mine.
No, dammit. She’s not mine.
I don’t want her.
Shaking off the arousal and these insane dark thoughts, I blink and attempt to deescalate the situation. “What game are you playing here, Mia?”
“Do you mean today or life in general? Be specific. I can see you’re angry, so I want to be sure I get this right. Heaven forbid I anger you any more.” One side of her mouth quirks. I have a momentary vision of smacking her mouth with my cock.
“Today. This week. Since we met. Take your pick, woman. What the fuck did I do to deserve your bullshit?”
For a split second, she looks contrite, but it passes as quickly as it appeared. Replacing that momentary glimpse of decency is a raised chin of defiance.
She is absolutely begging to be punished.
“Well, today, I was merely responding to your Neanderthal jealousy over Tomer touching my chair. Grow up.”
“Grow up?Grow up? Did you really just say that to me?”
“Did I stutter? You’re like a baboon flaunting his showy anus.”
My jaw clicks, and my nostrils flare. “After what you did to me, you’re tellingmeto grow up?”
The skin between her eyebrows pinches.
Seeing her rattled, I lay into her with weeks of frustration and anger without trying to check my volume. “Should I treat you the way you treated me? Should I be the type of adult who lies, manipulates, and uses someone like an object in order to get a fucking job? An adult like you?”
Her face softens. “Cal, please,” she starts but freezes when she sees the intensity of my gaze.
