What the fuck is she going to do with someone bigger, meaner, stronger who is out to hurt her?
Nothing.
Because she would be stopped.
"You think you can do that, Lola?"
Her pulse thunders.
"Because right now I don't think you can. What's worse is you let a stranger fuck you."
"No, I?—"
"You did. You let him fuck you, come into your home, blindfold you, and have his way. You met him at a construction site."
"That was you. Not a stranger, Enzo. You."
"But you didn't know that, Lola. Alex could have been a rapist, a murderer, and you let him in."
"I would have?—"
"Would have what? Gotten the upper hand?" I almost laugh. "You couldn't have stopped him."
"You." She says this again like it can save her. "And you didn't?—"
"Hurt you? No, I didn't. But you didn't know that I wouldn't." I back off a little, easing my hold and stroking her throat. "You let a goddamned stranger fuck you. You're lucky you're not buried in a ditch somewhere. Fuck, you've got no idea how lucky you are Alex turned out to be me."
"Oh, so I should be grateful you're a lying piece of shit?"
I tighten my grip on her neck once more, just enough to scare some sense into her.
But I'm not sure it works.
There's no fear there as she raises her chin. Just stubbornness and a dare.
And it makes my libido and fury kick up a gear.
We stare at each other, the tension rising.
"Fucking you as Alex is better than fucking you as you. Because I get to pretend. Why do you think I play the secretary game?"
Her words are barbed, and they hit, but I'm not sure they hit in the way she means.
Everything I've done with her, even the fucking games, is pure me at its core.
And she makes zero sense.
This is the verbal edition of no kissing. Anything and everything to push me away.
But she fucking wants me.
She's gripping my shirt, and I don't even think she notices.
I'm no longer pressing my body against hers. I'm fucking hard.
I didn't come in here with the intention to have her.
But she's rubbing against me. Against my cock.
