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“I can’t do this with you for the next six months, Adrian.”
“But it’s so much fun.”
“Fun? You torturing me is not my idea of fun.”
“But you used to love it so much.”
“I hardly call crying for you love.”
His eyes dilated. Before I knew what was happening, I was laying on his bed with his body hovering above mine while the picture frame fell beside us.
I gasped, feeling his hard dick against my core.
“Feel that, Cherry? It’s what you do to me.”
I lied, “I don’t feel a thing,” trying to push him off.
Within seconds, he tore the tie out of my hair, and wrapped my wrists with it. Placing my arms above my head, he held them there. In a flash, my mind was in another place and time where he’d done this to me.
“Bound by my mercy,” he rasped in the same tone he did the first time I was at his will.
“You always did have a thing for bondage.”
“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”
“This is so unprofessional, Mr. Drake.”
“Mr. Drake? Is that what you call me when my cock is on your pussy?”
Meeting his intense, brazen stare, I threatened, “I could report you to HR for this.”
“When it comes to you, Paige. I’m the only man you report to.”
“You wish.”
He growled, flipping me over. Pinning my hands above my head, he gripped my ass.
“This was always one of my favorite positions to fuck you in,” he rasped into my ear from behind me. Where’s my good girl? You remember, Cherry? How you’d claw the sheets, begging me to fuck harder, faster…until your pussy gushed for me?”
Turning my face to meet his eyes, I spewed, “There’s not a chance in hell that’s ever happening again. It shouldn’t have happened the first time.”
“What about the dozens of times after? Or did you forget I practically lived inside of you?”
Not holding back, I spit fire. “You mean when you were betraying your brother by using me?”
Checkmate.
He jerked back, immediately getting off me like I knew he would.
Game over.
I quickly sat up and stood.
Never expecting him to order in a stern tone, he said, “Get out.”
“Adrian, I—”
“Now!”
I jolted, rushing out of his bedroom.
Immediately inhaling a deep breath, I darted back toward the guestroom and shut the door behind me. Leaning against it, I stayed there for a few minutes.
Why did I feel bad for what I said?
“Ugh!” I exclaimed, going to take a shower.
I needed to get rid of his scent.
His touch.
The memories only he seemed to stir inside of me.
I swear I moved on autopilot, spent with what just happened between us. I blinked and I was standing in the shower, welcoming the heat against my tense frame. I allowed the hot water to burn into my skin, hoping it’d relax the strained muscles on my back and neck.
Pressing my hands against the shower wall, I leaned my forehead against the cool, stone tile. I closed my eyes, still feeling his strong, callused fingers all over my flesh. His body on top of mine, hearing echoes of his dirty words along with his hurtful ones.
No matter how much I tried or how much I wanted to push away the unrelenting questions with no answers, it was no use. My mind ran wild. I couldn’t get my memories to stop; image after image flew through my mind, playing out right in front of me like a movie.
“Bound by my mercy.”
I stayed in the shower until the water ran cold over my body and finally got out. After drying off, I threw on my tank and panties before sliding on my blue, silk robe. Just in case, I double-knotted the sash after tying it in a bow.
Once I was done brushing my damp hair, I went about with my nightly routine until I was finished. Taking another second to inhale a deep breath, I walked back out to the guestroom. I shivered when the cool air hit my warm skin, instantly noticing there was still no mattress on the bedframe.
“Of course there wouldn’t be one. Such a fucking asshole.”
Feeling utterly defeated, I slowly opened the door as if there was a grenade on the other side waiting for me.
And in a way, there was.
Silence.
The darkness of the night made the hairs on my arms stand at attention. Even after all these years, I was still very much afraid of the dark. More so now with having a stalker.
I walked into his living room, deciding to just sleep on his uncomfortable couch. Turning on the lamp on the end table, I felt a little better when the light shined over his daunting penthouse. I must have fallen asleep fast because the next thing I knew, strong arms were carrying me up off his couch.
I didn’t have to wonder who it was or what was happening.
“Mmm…” I stirred awake, locking eyes with none other than Adrian Drake, who was now carrying me bridal style toward what I assumed was his bed.
