I was in pain—sick with need.
With an urgency unlike anything I'd ever felt before, I turned her into the wall, unzipped my pants, yanked her panties down just enough, and shoved myself into her tightness like an animal.
"Fuck, Sunny!" The relief of finally being back inside of her after seeing her out with Max flooded through me. I pressed my face into the back of her hair, inhaling her shea butter and sweet apple body wash scent as she clenched around my shaft, tight as a fist.
Forget the old anger. Sunny was the real drug, and I almost came from the first injection.
She must have sensed how close I was. Her arm came up, and she wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, grounding me with a whispered, "Stay here with me, Cole."
Our eyes met in the elevator's mirrored back wall, and the thinnest thread of self-control reappeared to let me begin moving into her with fast, punishing thrusts.
This elevator had cameras in it. I'd have to dispatch my special security team later to retrieve the tape. But at that moment, I couldn't care. I fucked her into the wall, like the beast I'd turned into—the beast she made me.
"Who do you belong to?" I demanded, fisting her waves into one hand and pulling her head back. "Him or me?"
"You!" She answered without hesitation. Her slick opening contracted all around me, pulling me back in with each hard thrust. Accepting her punishment like a good girl.
Christ, I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
"Then show me who you belong to," I commanded. "Come, Sunny! Come right now while saying my name!"
"Cole!" she cried out before succumbing to her orgasm.
She clamped down so hard with her release that I had no choice but to spill into her with one last thrust, my body seizing up with the final claim.
"Oh, my God, the elevator doors!" Sunny suddenly said.
That was when I looked up to find the metal doors open, exposing us to any penthouse-floor guest or hotel employee who happened to walk by my private elevator.
I hadn't been able to wait until we made it home. I'd lost all sense of time and space, reclaiming Sunny with sex.
I didn't know what was scarier. That it took so long to notice. Or that I wasn't sure we could have stopped, even if we had.
Or that it still wasn't enough.
"What did he tell you?" I demanded as soon as we were back inside the penthouse.
As usual, upon re-entry to my living space, she reached down to remove her shoes, a pair of wedge heels that enhanced the length of her toned dancer legs.
"Nothing," she answered. Without looking at me.
"You're lying."The ice was back. But barely able to cover the molten lava underneath."Again.
A guilty beat, then she amended,"Nothing important. He mostly complained about you being too responsible and insisting on cleaning up all his messes. And he talked about his weird nightclub project. It's, like, clubs named after the states but, you know, in different countries. He's very...proud, I guess, of it."
I wanted to laugh at her confused tone. I wanted to slam my fist into the nearest wall. I wanted, I wanted...
"Why were you two holding hands? In public. In violation of our contract."
"He was...he was upset," Sunny explained slowly as if I were one of her newer dance students. "He was talking about his mom, and I got the feeling she wasn't one of the good ones, so I patted his hand."
All I heard was the part where she was the one who initiated the physical contact. "Youtouchedhim."
"Yes, I comforted him. Because he was upset. Cole, are we seriously arguing about this? It was just a little hand pat."
Control. Control. Control.
I breathed out heat and breathed in ice. Again and again, until I could get my voice level.
