Those fantasies had not helped clear my head. The past fortnight, they’d only gotten worse.
Just like I had Nila’s hair wrapped around my little finger, she had me wrapped around hers.
“Nila. My name isNila. You might as well call me that, seeing as I’ve had your cock in my mouth and your tongue between my legs. Nothing like tasting each other to be on a first-name basis, huh,Jethro?”
I tugged her hair. “Quiet.”
“No chance.”
My eyes widened. Who was this woman? Taunting me, provoking me while her body trembled with anger. It was almost as if shewantedme to explode. To hurt her. To retaliate.
Maybe she does?
Perhaps she felt the same way I did—a connection in our arguments, a freedom to give into the overwhelming emotions that didn’t need to make sense when in the heat of a fight.
How did I think I could maintain this persona I’d created? This suave sophistication that I’d successfully worn for so many years?
My time was up.
And it would remain up until Nila was gone.
I swallowed hard at the thought of her disappearing.
My eyes fell on the diamond collar. “I could make you, but I think you’d just like it.”
As long as the collar remained around her neck, she was alive. As long as the diamonds glinted and drenched her in rainbows, she would be there to torment me.
And day by day, she would make me weaker.
And weaker.
Until one day, I would lose it all.
It can’t happen.
But what could I do to prevent it?
Make her hate you. Make her despise you.
Then it would be against my will, even if I suddenly wanted a change of heart.
“Everything you do to me I hate,” she hissed.
Crowding her against the desk, I murmured, “Everything?” My eyes fell to her lips. What I wouldn’t give to just fucking kiss her. I’d wanted to kiss her for weeks.
Her mouth parted, breath turning soft and quick. “Yes, everything.”
Temper swirled in the room, heating the space. “You seem to enjoy the anticipation of me kissing you.”
She snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Capturing her chin, I dug my fingers into her cheeks. “If I kissed you right now, you’d let me do whatever the hell I wanted.”
She struggled, eyes sparkling with black ferocity. “Kiss me and I’ll bite you.”
I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of our fight, but fuck if it didn’t make me feel more alive than I had in two weeks.
I couldn’t let it continue, though.
