And she loved it. Absolutely loved it.
He was part man, part beast, and turning her wild with lust.
She continued swimming, gently stretching her taut muscles as she glided through the silky water. When she ran out of energy, she pulled to a stop in the deep end. There, she rested her arms over the edge and caught her breath.
Several laps later, he joined her.
“I’m not ready to call a truce,” she murmured.
“I can go for as long as you can.”
“I’m gonna take off.” She pushed out of the pool, wrung out her drenched clothes. “We can meet at Blue Suit later tonight.”
Seconds later, he leapt out of the water, a massive man soaked to the bones, water falling like rain around him.
He stalked over to her and held out his hand. “Don’t leave.”
She was at a crossroads. Should she stay or should she go?
Stay, and sex him up.
She would give him a sample of what she brought as a lover. As she stared into his eyes, she knew her answer.
Let the torture begin.
She placed her hand in his. The feeling that came from his touch, the way he folded his large fingers around hers, and the power in his grip, sent anticipation racing through her.
Into the house they went.
His home was to die for. High ceilings and natural light filled the living room. Her eye gravitated to a massive black and white abstract painting on the side wall. A big screen TV hung across from the black sofa, while two white chairs—separated by a small, mahogany table—finished out the space. His uncluttered kitchen boasted more cabinets than she’d ever seen. Fourcushioned barstools stood flush against the white quartz center island, and a sleek black table with six matching chairs waited nearby. As impressive as it was, she was only interested in its occupant.
The cold air from the air conditioner sent a shiver through her.
After tossing their clothes in the dryer, he said, “Let’s warm you up.”
A zing of electricity charged through her. That one sentence was filled with so much promise.
He stopped at the bottom of the staircase. “I can bring you something to wear or you can come upstairs with me and tell me what you want.”
The way he peered into her eyes seared her soul. Those words had nothing to do with clothing whatsoever. How she answered him would direct the next several hours of their lives.
The magnetism radiating off him unleashed her inner wild. Despite her hatred of him, she wanted him more… and she wanted him now.
“Tell me what you want, Slash.”
Her heart was pounding out of her chest, her insides thrumming with a need so intense, she’d stopped breathing. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him for her own selfish needs. She wanted to ravage him.
“You know what I want,” she hissed.
He snaked his arms around her, pulled her close. “Say it.”
“Raw, dirty fucking,” she bit out. “Like animals.”
A groan shot out of him while he scooped her into his arms, climbed the stairs, and strode into his bedroom. Another perfect room with beautiful, dark gray furniture. His large bed was covered with a black comforter and black pillows.
The second he set her down, they were on each other, lips crushing, tongues thrusting. She raked her fingernails across hisback. If she drew blood, so be it. This wasn’t lovemaking. This was raw and feral. This was a hate-fuck of the absolute best kind.
Revenge unleashed.
