“Tell me again how much you hate me,” Lord growled against my mouth, his hands moving from my arms to grip my waist.
I gasped as he spun me in a circle and pinned me up against the wall.
“Lord, stop.” I was so proud I could get those two words up.
“Shut the fuck up!” he commanded roughly and then slapped me so hard on the side of my cheek I saw stars.
His hands found the hem of my skirt, yanking it upward with such force I heard a seam tear. I tried to stop him, but he was too fast and too strong.
I could scream, so I did. “Lord! No!”
I was able to get one arm free. I reached up and clawed at his cheek. I broke skin and hoped I drew blood. My act of violence was met with his hand groping my panties and pulling them so hard I could hear them rip.
My heart was beating out of my chest. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers entered me roughly and lifted me up on my toes like a ballerina.
“Look how wet you are already,” he said, pushing his fingers deeper inside me. “Is this how you like it?”
“Lord, you’re hurting me.” I cried out even though I was wetter than I had been in a long time.
Lord chuckled in a sinister way. “Hurt? I’m hurting you?”
“Yes, please don’t do this.” I cried out. My body buckled over when he slid his thumb against my clit.
Oh, my God. Did I still want him? My brain said no, but my pussy had a mind of its own. Despite everything, the betrayal, the lies, and a good man waiting for me at home with a cooked meal my body hummed with a familiar desire that my mind couldn’t control. I hated that he could read me so easily, even after weeks apart. Lord still knew exactly which buttons to push to make me respond to him in all the ways that mattered.
“Let go of me,” I repeated, but the command lacked conviction even to my own ears.
“Not until you admit it.” Lord’s fingers tightened slightly on my arm. “Tell me you miss me. Tell me he doesn’t satisfy you like I do.”
I twisted in his grasp, trying to break free, but Lord was stronger than me. He was a man. “What I do with Maurizio is none of your business.” I protested even though I could feel my body leaking.
“When you spread your legs for my cousin, it becomes my business.” His voice dropped lower. The bass in his voice sent shivers down my spine.
“You cheated on me, Lord.”
Lord’s face pulled back to look me dead in my grill. His blue eyes were burning with an intensity that made me hold my breath. “There was no cheating. There has only ever been you.”
“Liar,” I whispered, but doubt crept in despite my certainty. Could I have misunderstood what I’d seen?
He slammed his palm against the wall beside my head, making me flinch. “I have never cheated on you. Not once! Not ever!”
“Liar!” I probably shouldn’t have yelled right in his face, but he was really lying in my face like I was some stupid dumb bitch.
Lord released me. I was able to lower myself down to my flat feet. We should there locked in each other’s murderous gaze. His hands were flat on the wall near both of my ears.
I tried to duck under his arm. I tried to escape the cage he’d created with his body, but Lord moved faster. He grabbed both my wrists in one fluid motion and pinned them above my head. The action pressed his chest against mine. I felt the hard planes of his body.
“You didn’t even try to come after me.” I accused as I struggled against his unyielding hold.
“I’m going to make you come after me.” He whispered in my ear, and his words were explicitly sexual.
My body was betraying me yet again. I started to remember his touch, his taste, his smell. I closed my eyes and got a flash of my lips wrapped around the head of his dick. I hated the effecthe had on me. When I opened my eyes, he brushed his thumb across my cheekbone with surprising gentleness. I knew I should pull away. I didn’t.
“I hate you,” I whispered again, and he used this opportunity to push his fingers in my mouth. I could taste my pussy on his fingers, and I wanted to cry because what the fuck was happening?
His hands gripped my neck, holding me exactly where he wanted me. I struggled for a moment. He didn’t squeeze. He just held me there. his palm was warm against my racing pulse. His other hand ripped at the buttons of my blouse, sending them scattering across the floor.
My hands pushed against his chest, but my resistance crumbled under the weight of my own treacherous desire.
