I snorted a laugh. “Should have told you I could do this one-handed.”
Her eyes twitched, confused by my words, until one of my hands was wrapped around her throat. She moaned and closed her eyes as my hold tightened.
“Close that pretty mouth and do as you're told.”
I felt my release coiling in my balls. The muscles in my arms strained and flexed as I pushed into her time and time again, her breasts bouncing against me until she broke.
“That’s my good fucking girl.”
The way she contracted around my cock, so damn good, sent me over the edge. My hand was still around her throat as I spilled inside of her.
“Fuck… fuck, Eva,” I growled, knowing I was squeezing to the point of bruising.
She whimpered, face pink, and bit down on my shoulder as I released her and dropped to my knees, unable to hold my weight any longer. I was too fucking spent.
I leaned against her, her back on the stall, careful not to crush her.
“I stand corrected,” she murmured between heavy breaths and peppered kisses along my jaw.
“I’m insulted you doubted me. Clearly, you’re begging me to redden the other side of that—Oh, fuck!”
Eva’s pussy walls bit down on my dick, stealing my breath as a delicious electric current jutted into my balls. She laughed outright and squeezed me a second time. I groaned, doubling over into her as she continued to be amused at my agony… sweet fucking hell.
The thought of throwing her over my lap and spanking her until she cried and orgasmed crossed my mind until my cell chimed with a notification letting me know someone was at the front door. We wouldn’t have been able to hear the knocking from inside the station room.
“Who is it?”
“Someone who needs to go fuck off. I’m not done with you yet.”
With a loud grunt, I circled Eva’s body and pushed to my feet, already half-cocked inside her. I sat her on the stall table and snatched my phone to see who the fuck needed a new hole to breathe from.
Shit.
Ronan.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
EVANGELINA
“Derek, where’s my thong?”
He was pulling on his pants, his back to me, and shrugged his shoulders. The ringing from his phone became incessant, so rather than waste more time searching for underwear, I reached for my leggings and decided to make a run for the bathroom and get cleaned up.
Derek hooked my elbow as I passed him and rested his forehead on mine.
“Take my keys.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
“It’s just better this way. I don’t…” He hesitated, as if not wanting to say the words he’d intended. “I don’t know how much I trust him around you.”
I framed his face, forcing our eyes to meet. “What does that mean?”
I’d never told him how uncomfortable his father had made me feel. No one wanted to hear those things about their parents. And the last thing I needed was to be the reason for a rift in their relationship.
“Because he is who he is, Eva. And I can’t be responsible for my actions or keep a level head if he does something to provoke me.”
There it was, brimming to the surface and gleaming in his eyes. That darkness lurking inside Derek. Maybe I was flawed, broken to the red flags in people I cared about. My whole life, I made excuses for my father and explained away his inconsistencies and lies. Rationalized that whatever it was couldn’t be that bad because… I loved him.
