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“This is an amazing opportunity for me. This firm is?—”
“Bullshit.” He shakes his head, interrupting me, his attitude pissing me off. “You work for the best PR firm already. This,” he says, gesturing with his hand, “is running.”
“Why do you even care? You made it abundantly clear that I was collateral damage for you. You don’t want me, remember?” I stand defiantly in front of him, my fists resting on my hips.
“That’s not true and we both know it.” He has that cocky little smirk on his face. “Now get in the car.”
“No. Even if you want me, for how long? I’m done being your dirty little secret, Cyrus. You can’t lose this deal, and I won’t hide myself anymore.”
Anger flashes through his eyes as he takes a step toward me, backing me against his car as he leans into me. “You are not a dirty little secret, and if you say that again, I’m going to make sure you never fucking forget it.”
“So, what am I then?”
He reaches up, his hand brushing my hair out of my face. He hovers his lips over mine and it feels like we’re completely alone in the middle of Manhattan.
“You’re mine.”
“What about the deal?”
“Fuck the deal,” he says, bringing his other hand up to cup my face. “I walked away from it. I told them I wasn’t going to sacrifice the woman I love for a fucking deal.”
“The woman you love?” My lips part, a warmth spreading through my body as my pulse quickens. “You love me?”
“Of course I love you. You know I love you.” He’s so close to kissing me, but then he steps back, holding his hand out.
“Give me your phone. Unlocked.” I look at him in confusion as I hand it to him. He taps around on the screen for a second before holding it out to me, Forrest’s contact information on the screen. “Call him and tell him it’s over.”
I look at it, then back up at him. “Forrest? Over?”
“End things with him. I’m not going to kiss another man’s woman.” It looks like it pains him to say those words. “And I’m certainly not going to do the things I plan to do to you when you belong to someone else.”
“I’m not—he’s not my boyfriend. We were never together.” His brows furrow. “We’ve hung out, but he has a girlfriend and she’s really sweet. We realized pretty quickly that we’re like brother and sister.”
He nods, realizing. “So you let me believe that you two were together that day in class. You knew what you were doing to me?”
I feel my cheeks grow red. “Um, maybe.” I try to lessen the blow by smiling but it doesn’t work.
He chuckles, but it’s not a funny chuckle, more like a threatening one. He slides his hand up my neck, grabbing a handful of my hair and lowering his lips to my ear.
“Get in the fucking car,” he says slowly and deliberately. “Or I’m going to punish you right here on this street and I won’t give a fuck who watches. You need a very rough”—he tugs my hair when says the word—“reminder of who the fuck you fell in love with.”
He reaches around me, opening the door and practically shoving me into the back seat before walking around and getting in on the other side.
“Oh, you brought Wes? Hi, Wes,” I say but the divider starts to slide up as Cyrus presses the button.
“You can say hi later.” He grabs me, pulling me onto his lap. His tongue slips in my mouth, past my lips. The kiss is reckless, wet, and demanding. He’s almost frantic as he grips my neck and waist.
“I’m only going to warn you once,” he says, pulling back to look at me, his eyes dark and wild. “I’m going to take out every ounce of pent-up frustration I have on you and you’re going to take it, you understand me?” I nod, but he tugs my hair. “Say it.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” His tongue is running up my neck as his fingers slide up my dress, pushing my panties aside and sliding inside me.
“Ohhh,” I groan at the unexpected intrusion.
“You’re so wet already.” He looks at me, then down where my dress is up over my hips so he can watch his fingers slide in and out of me. “You love this, don’t you? You like when I’m rough with your little body, demanding, telling you who you belong to. You like being used. You like pissing me off so that I punish you, don’t you?”
I can’t speak. Tingles start to build as he continues to pleasure me. He’s not wrong. It might be messed up, but I crave it. I crave the way he’s rough, the way he tells me what to do, the way he takes what he wants so unapologetically.
