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Getting warmer. He was pacing and pacing and this was so very bad. He’d never been suspicious before. Ever.
He stopped dead in his tracks, lifting his eyes from the shitty red and yellow checkered carpet. ‘Did my father touch you?’
I thought of all the times Emilio hadtouchedme – pinched nipples, pulled hair, slapped cheeks. He’d been rough. Threatening. But in all these years, Emilio Ross had never once tried to have sex with me.
‘No,’ I snapped. ‘There’s nobody. You’re being paranoid, Dornan.’
He chuckled, the gesture devoid of any joy. He was in pain, I realised. He was crying out for me to love him in the way I showed him love – with pain, and sex, and blood.
‘I know what you want,’ I whispered through gritted teeth. ‘And you’re not going to get it from me. You don’t deserve it.’
‘WHO ARE YOU FUCKING?’ he roared, raising his hand as if he were about to hit me.
‘Nobody,’ I replied calmly, refusing to cower under his physical threat. I would show no weakness, even though inside my alarm bells were screaming,Get out! Get out!
There was nowhere to go.There was never anywhere to go.
I stood my ground against my dark lover, glaring at him as emotion rose thick in my throat. And then, in an act of entirely false bravado, I slipped underneath his arm, still braced against the doorframe, and headed for the minibar.
The hotel we were staying in wasn’t amazing, but the minibar was. They’d laid out a selection of spirits that made my mouth water, and I ran my fingers along the lids, selecting a small bottle of vodka. Opening it, I poured half the bottle over my tattooed finger, squeezing my eyes shut as they teared up. I gasped, blinking away the hot moisture that had gathered at the corners of my eyelashes, as I slammed a mouthful of vodka and felt it burn all the way down inside of me. All the while, I felt Dornan’s eyes drilling into me, his questions, his suspicion.
He came to stand beside me at the minibar, running a hand through my long hair. I still had the damned flower wreath in it, and as soon as I’d finished the vodka, I was going to rip it out and throw it into the trash. I didn’t want to look pretty. I wanted to be left alone to scream into my pillow and sob until the sun came up again.
The fingers in my hair turned into a fist, the gentle caress turning into a tight tug as he wound strands around his fingers and pulled, hard. I didn’t resist, letting my head go with the swift motion. I didn’t fancy losing any hair today.
‘You’re telling me you’ve been fucking yourself? Getting yourself off?’ he asked, his breath hot on my cheek.
I nodded as much as I could with the way he was holding my head back. What else could I say without placing John under suspicion?
‘I don’t fucking believe you,’ he growled.
I turned my gaze to him, an open challenge in my eyes. ‘I’ll show you.’
He appeared to think about it for a moment, his eyes lighting up with what looked like lust. He let go of my hair, dropped his hand to his side. ‘You’d better,’ he replied, reaching for the vodka bottle in my hand and pointing to the couch. ‘Now.’
We stared off for a moment.Oh, this is actually going to happen, I realised. Well. Whatever. I’d give him a show he wouldn’t soon forget. I’d make his cock ache until it was painful instead of pleasant.
I snatched the vodka back, took a long slug, and slammed the bottle down on the counter, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I stalked over to the couch, standing in front of it, facing away from Dornan as I hitched my dress up to my hips. I hooked my fingers into my white panties and tugged them down, bending at the waist until they reached my ankles. Then, without kicking off my patent heels, I turned, sat my ass down on the couch, and spread my legs, bracing my feet against the edge of the cushions.
Surprisingly, Dornan hadn’t moved from the minibar. I’d half expected him to grab me while I was bent and removing my panties, but it seemed myhusbandpossessed restraint I wasn’t aware of. He’d left the vodka where it was, and selected a bottle of bourbon instead.
‘You have a very pretty cunt,’ he growled, squeezing his dick through his pants. His jaw was so tight, it looked like it might shatter if he clenched it any harder.
‘I know,’ I said, reaching down and spreading myself open for him to see. He let out a small growl in the back of his throat, his erection bulging through his pants, the black material stretched thin.
Something inside me broke mournfully apart as I realised the only way I’d be able to keep up this pretence would be to keep fucking Dornan until the very last minute. I didn’t know how I’d be able to do that, not after what he’d done and what he’d put me through, but I knew it was the only way to evade suspicion. To avoid being caught out.
I slipped one finger inside myself, sliding it back and forth in my wet heat.
‘You fuck yourself like that?’
I nodded, never breaking our gaze. In my peripheral vision, I saw him squeeze his cock, moving closer to me, the neck of the bourbon bottle still clutched tightly in his hand. I sank two fingers inside myself, letting out a small moan, surprised at how wet I was. How fucking aroused I was.
It wasn’t about sex, I realised. This was about power. Being the one in power was getting me off. Having Dornan in front of me, knowing all he wanted to do was throw himself on top of me and push into me until I broke in half, that was power. The fact that he hadn’t touched me yet, but continued to watch my bizarre little show,thatwas power.
‘You want a front row seat?’ I offered boldly. Kicking the edge of the coffee table in front of me to make room for hisbulky frame, I pointed with my free hand. Dornan smirked, dropping the bottle onto the carpet with a heavy thud.
Taking three steps, he didn’t stop until he was standing above me. He sank to his knees in front of me, his eyes greedily taking in my wet pussy, my swollen clit, my nipples that peeked out of my plunging dress.
