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“Lily.”
Reed reached a hand out to her as she stepped over to the island and took her growing anger out on that countertop. Ignoring him, she continued cleaning, dwelling on her bad luck or inability to shake the mistake of her marriage, whichever turned out to be the case. Her irritation morphed into anger as she thought about the injustice of being targeted when she’d done nothing to deserve such treatment. Instead of the blues pulling her down when she thought about the futility of trying to save a worthless marriage, a red haze of fury filled her head and made her dizzy. She scrubbed cabinet sides for no other reason than to keep from lashing out, recalling the wasted time and energy that had dragged her down for so long. She hadn’t felt this helpless frenzy consuming her body and mind since right after her parents died, and she didn’t have a clue how to deal with the anger overload any better now. She always aided others in bad situations, not the other way around.
Reed tried to clasp her hand, but she jerked away and strode to the table, snapping back at him. “Leave me alone.”
“Not going to happen, so deal with it, and me.”
His rough implacable tone ground against her frayed nerves, fueling her outrage until it spread throughout her body, tensing every muscle, cramping every joint. The efforts to hold onto something that was never there to begin with brought tears to her eyes, blurring her vision, which added to her escalating fury. Her usual mild-mannered, composed, compassionate self deserted her, and she let loose with an uncontrollable swipe across the table, sending the two bakery boxes filled with trash to the floor.
Lily rounded on Reed, glaring, her body vibrating with uncontrollable emotional overload. “Don’t dictate to me. I listened to John tell me to deal with what he called myinsecuritiesfor way too long, and I don’t want consoling, or calm gestures, or meaningless words. I’ve had enough of that crap to last a lifetime.” Ignoring his glacial, narrow-eyed gaze, she started to pace, waving the damp cloth around as she continued to rant. “I can’t believe one of his bimbos is targeting me. I left him, they were welcome to him, and that was over a year-and-a-half ago, so why now? And why would some psycho come after me? I’m a nobody...” The scratchiness of his calloused hand shackling her wrist halted her tirade but not her automatic response of raising her other arm to retaliate.
Reed moved fast, halted her swing by gripping that wrist, leaving her panting, facing his wrath, shocked at her behavior, yet not sorry. He yanked her against him, his tone rough as he said, “You want to play rough, Lily? I have a better way for you to release your anger.”
The roaring in her head muted his words but not the rumble of his chest against hers, or the outline of his rigid cock grinding against her mound. His dark, commanding tone tugged at her nipples, had her sheath going damp with a different kind of heat that spread to envelop her whole body. He didn’t wait for an answer before spinning her around and nudging her over the table, releasing her wrists to brace on her forearms before he pushed her shorts down.
Lily groaned, everything else forgotten as sheer lust took over her senses. She still shook from her volatile outburst, hungering for an outlet to vent her roiling, contradictive emotions. He always knew what she needed before she did, sliding two fingers inside her with a deep plunge that rasped sensitive tissues already inflamed with arousal. His name slipped past her constricted throat on a breathy moan. “Reed.” It seemed whenever he took her over, that was all she could think of to say, just his name, just him.
“I’m here, Lily. Remember that.” A sharp, stinging slap covered one buttock, and she went up on her toes with an embracing whimper, loving the distracting hot throb. “Feel free to come at me with all you’ve got, but remember how I retaliate.”
Reed spread his fingers inside her, stretching the tight muscles then pulling out with a scrape over her clit. She thrust against his palm resting against the center of her cheeks, craving more. “Don’t stop,” she demanded, desperate for his mind-fogging possession. “And don’t wait.”
“Damn it,” he swore, using one booted foot to spread her legs farther. “Don’t regret this.”
“I won’t,” she stated with surety, hearing him lower his zipper. His cock bounced off her butt, the tap both odd and titillating. Her pulse quickened, her pussy rippling as he removed his fingers and latched onto her hips.
“Grab hold of the table,” he instructed, tunneling his way inside her with his sheathed cock.
Lily stretched her arms, grasping the table edge, and laid her forehead down, gasping at his full penetration. She squeezed around his welcome girth, trembling from the immediate onslaught of pleasure, his pummeling deep thrusts aimed to abrade her tender clit. The small kitchen echoed with his grunts, her labored breathing, the slap of his hips against her buttocks and his groin against her seeping vagina.
“Fuck, but you’re tight, and so damn responsive.”
She would respond but her breath lodged in her throat, trapped so she couldn’t breathe except for ragged gasps. Instead, she arched with each plunge and lifted her hips with each withdrawal until he tightened his hold, sliding one thumb between her cheeks to press inside her back orifice. Lily’s startled gasp ended on a moan, the onslaught of new sensations hitting her with a suffusion of blistering hot, heightened arousal.“Reed!”she cried out, her pussy convulsing, rippling around his rock-hard erection.
“Let go, Lily,” he insisted, his voice hoarse. “I’ve got you.”
Unable to do anything except lie there and endure the hot licks of pleasure taking over her body, Lily rode the tempest until she went mindless with the sensations engulfing her mind and body.
