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I rub a hand over my face. I can ponder this shit all day, but it won’t keep the flames of lust from raging inside of me.
Because… Fuck. Because of my little enemy, a woman I’m hard-core lusting after.
Taking her ass ignited a spark, one that’s blazed into a four-alarm fire.
And then I left her without so much as a word of comfort. There are lots of fucking excuses for that, but I try not to lie to myself. Lying is like addiction. It leads to bad places.
I left because she wasn’t the only one reeling. I probably should have waited, used lube, made it more enjoyable for her. But it was just too tempting, and she was so goddamned wet that I knew I could take her hard and fast, that the moment she was over the burst of pain, she’d have liked it.
Except I didn’t want her to like it.
I wanted her to love it. I wanted it to be a good experience from beginning to end. And it nearly killed me holding back and keeping my control. I was damn close to unraveling when she started to moan and push back against my cock. And when she squirted, I was out of my mind obsessed with fucking her senseless.
Ivy is so instinctual, such a natural, that sometimes I have to remind myself she’s so new at it all.
So what did I do? I took off and stayed out of her way for three days. I send meals to the house because I do actually care about her, which I hate myself for. That’s why I’ve stayed away. She has power over me—my mind, my body, my fucking soul. And I don’t trust myself around her. Not right now.
During my time away from her, I’ve tried to focus on my plans. Things are happening faster than I anticipated. I’ve gotten three invitations to join Broken Angel but haven’t responded to one so far. I drove here to Brooklyn in my old car, the one I’ve had since I got out of prison, so I’m sure everyone thinks we’re up in my fucking triplex living up the kink dream.
Ivy hasn’t left the apartment. I’d know. I’d be told. But I have to go back this afternoon because that dinner is tonight. I don’t know if I’m ready to see her again, but I need to get my head on straight before that happens.
I pick up the sander and get to work, trying hard not to think of her sweet pussy and how I almost claimed it.
I’m going to.
When the time is right.
Soon.
And she’ll be mine, down to her soul.
Exactly how I want her.
Because when you steal someone’s soul, it’s only right that you give your own in exchange.
After a couple more hours, I put away my tools and leave the brownstone. I’m halfway back to Manhattan, stuck in the usual traffic, when my phone rings. I stab the Accept button.
“Where is she?”
I sigh. “You’ll have to be more specific, Orion. I know wherePollyannais.”
“I’m aware.” He spits the words at me like they’re poisoned darts. “I mean Cara. I can’t get ahold of her.”
“I’m not your side piece’s babysitter. Haven’t heard from her. I’ll check with Pollyanna.”
“Motherfucker,” he grumbles.
I’m pushing things, I know. But he kind of deserves it. “You in New York?”
“No,” he says abruptly. “So I can’t check up on her myself. But Cara always answers me when I call, and suddenly she’s not. And before you say it, Merce, it’s not about me fucking her. It’s…I had her doing a few things, very safe, very low level, for me.”
That hasn’t changed about him. He’s always his own number one fan. He never gave a damn who he’d put in harm’s way.
“I’ll put some feelers out.”
“Thanks.” Then he pauses. “Mercer?”
“What?”
