Rather than freak out, though, she sucks in air and spits out an insult. “You’re a bastard.”
I flinch. That was a low blow, and I’ve had just about enough of her shit.
A wave of fury overrides my pain. I lunge at her, crowding her against the wall. “What did you think would happen here? This was always the job. You’re an enemy, Trinity. My mission. And he’s my father. Whatever you thinkthisis,” I gesture between us, “it was never going to bend your way. You’re not as clever as you believe you are.” In my need to hurt her the way she hurt me, I barely register the lies I’m spewing.
If I were a better man, I’d give her the hard drive and beg her forgiveness. I’d pour my heart out and tell her I don’t want to live without her.
But I’m not a better man. I’m exactly what she called me…a bastard.
Trinity chokes out a cry and squeezes her eyes shut.
“Oh, so now you’ve got nothing to say?” Red blurs the edges of my vision. This woman has pushed me past my limits andtwisted my insides around to the point where I no longer know which way is up. And now she’s got the nerve to be mad atmewhen she’s just as guilty. “You know as well as I do that this was all a game.” I lean in so she can hear me loud and clear. “And you were playing me, too, so don’t you dare deny it.”
She slaps me hard across the face, her breath a gasp on her lips.
That’s it.
I pin her to the wall, trapping her wrists against the blue paint and grinding my hips into hers to prevent her from kicking me again. “I don’t know who you think you are.” Even to my own ears, I sound animalistic, unhinged and wild, but it’s time to remind her who’s in charge. Who’s always been in charge. “But you’re not going to treat me that way, Trinity Gallagher.”
She writhes underneath my body. “Let go of me!” She rears her head back, but I’m quicker.
I crash my mouth over hers and taste blood. Hers. Mine. Maybe both. Our lips cut on teeth and vitriol.
It’s not the sort of kiss I ever wanted to share with her again.
But life’s not fair.
She’s cornered, trying to squirm free to no avail. I secure her between my chest and the wall as I slip my hand inside her sweats.
I know how to drive her crazy.
I slide two fingers inside her, stroking just the way she likes. Within seconds, she’s soaking me with her juices. She tightens around the intrusion, her body begging for more.
I plunge in deeper, curling my fingers just enough to hit that magical spot where she’ll surrender despite what her big-ass brain tells her to do.
Her tits rise and lower as she pants against my chest. “I hate you,” she hisses.
Feeling’s mutual, princess.I bite down on a pale ear. “I don’t care.”
Then I pull back to get a better view of her.
She worries her bottom lip, the flesh white from the pressure. With a flushed face, she clutches my shoulder with one hand, the other held beneath my palm.
Her eyes are hot poison in a bubbling cauldron, daring me to do more.
I accept that challenge.
Because for these next few minutes, she’s still mine. This is the last time I’ll ever get to touch her this way.
After this, she’ll leave, and I’ll never see her again.
I don’t allow that sharp burst of pain to do anything but contribute to my anger.
I yank down her pants and unzip mine before freeing my rock-hard dick. After taking mere seconds to find a condom, I roll it on and plunge inside her.
Our eyes stay locked in heated rage while I take her against the wall, unleashing all my frustration through my cock.
She clutches my shirt but doesn’t fight me or push me off. She just glares, teeth clenched to suppress her moans as her hips rotate to meet mine.
