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Silence.
“Rupert!”
It was like talking to a rock. He wouldn’t budge. He wouldn’t even spare me a glance as he kept going, pushing to an even greater speed that had my throat drying up. It was only when we reached a very thick forest area that he finally slowed down, then stopped and dismounted from the motorbike. I rushed to climb down and hurried after him, watching as he paced a clearing.
There was a storm happening inside him, one I wasn’t privy to. It vibrated in the air, close to consuming him. I hesitated, but curiosity and worry got the best of me.
“Rupert?”
Like my voice was a trigger, he whipped around and charged me. I took a step back and bumped against a tree trunk when he got close to my face.
“What were you thinking, walking alone in a dark area like that?”
“I…” Sebastian’s face popped into my mind, then disappeared. “I wasn’t thinking. I was distracted.”
My admission didn’t help. He scowled. Just when I thought the scolding was over, he went in on me with razor-sharp intensity.
“And look where that got you. What if I wasn’t around and didn’t see you going there? What if I didn’t see those men following you? Did you stop to think that your actions are causing an inconvenience or are you really this obtuse?”
Irritation flared. Before I knew it, the emotions I’d been holding back spilled out as I pushed off the tree.
“Stop insulting me. Stop acting like I’m some stupid brat when that’s the last thing I am, and I didn’t force myself into your life. I live in your apartment because I needed a home, not because of some deliberate plan to inconvenience you. If I’m doing that, then I’m sorry. I’m goddamned sorry.”
“That’s not—”
“Shut up. Just shut up.”
“All I’m saying is that could have turned out differently and you don’t seem to realize it,” he snapped.
“I know that. Don’t you think I know that?”
“And I care. We all do. Do you think I want you hurt? Or dead?”
“You don’t care if I’m dead! You don’t care about me at all!”
“The hell I don’t! That’s a goddamn lie.”
He was so close, breathing hot and heavy in my face. I fisted my hand, fighting the urge to push him. Violence was never the answer, but by God, I was feeling violent. Angry. Turned on. The last one slapped me hard, and I realized I hadn’t quite gotten over the feeling of seeing an older, gorgeous man getting off on the thought of me. Now, here was another older, gorgeous man, one who looked so angry that he was bound to toss me over his shoulder any second now. Sure, the fear of what those men might have done to me was still there, but desire overpowered it.
I grew wet at his admission and what it implied. I saw the darkening beyond his anger, mirroring mine. Before I knew it, I was stepping forward and closing the distance between us. His eyes widened a fraction at my unpredictable move and he went stiff. But my mouth was already there, closing in on his.
I poured everything into that kiss, dismay running through me when there was no response and he remained as stiff as ever.
“Fuck, Sophie.”
His mouth opened. It tilted and slanted against mine, urging my lips open so his tongue could delve in and take. I made a sound in my throat when he banded an arm around me and kissed me back with a fervor that bordered on desperation but with a skill that made sure I rose to that brink, too, not left behind. Hunger hummed around us as he pushed me back against the tree trunk and lifted me in one go until my feet were dangling in the air. Then he fisted my skirt and ground against me, and I was in heaven when I felt his hot, hard cock, even through the layers of clothing between us.
I was lost with pleasure at that point, but Rupert kept bringing me back with every new kiss he initiated. He kissed like the man he was, competent, aggressive, and hard. Wild, with me unable to predict his next move. That was why I was gasping in shock when his hand cupped my breast, then just stayed there as we rocked against each other. When his thumb finally moved, pressing against the hardened nipple visible through my dress, I cried out and arched my back, wanting more. Needing more. I wanted him to remove my dress completely so he was touching my skin with no barriers between us. I wanted his clothes off so I could touch him just as freely and memorize every inch of muscle and hardness. Instead, I was stuck, writhing against the thumb playing with my nipple, crazed at every stroke he made.
But I wasn’t a slacker, either, tangling my tongue in his and sucking when the opportunity presented itself. That had him groaning until my palm slid in between us and rubbed over the bulge in his pants. He froze. He hissed, then growled in warning. When I squeezed, the growl became even more pronounced, hitting me deep until I shuddered.
A second later, we were no longer kissing and I was no longer pressed up against the tree. He was on the other side of the clearing, frustration all over his face as he frowned at me. Dazed, I struggled with my voice, still so turned on.
“This is a mistake.”
The curt words slapped me out of my daze real quick. I gaped at him, finally noticing the way his body returned to its rigid stance and how he refused to look at me.
“What?”
