I wanted him between my legs.
I wanted the leather to mark my skin with every snap. I wanted his palm to smack my ass when he fucked me from behind. I wanted his fingers to twist my nipples so hard I cried.
I missed him more than I cared to admit. I was far too proud to make the first move. I was far too stubborn to be the first one to make the move. All I had to do was use my fingers to satisfy myself until he caved. Knowing his sexual appetite, he would surrender very soon.
My eyes watched her move in and press a kiss against his mouth. It was soft and full of desperation. Her hand remained on his arm, touching him like it wasn’t her first time.
Rage shot through me.
Unbridled anger like I’d never known exploded inside me.
I saw red.
My blood boiled and murder was on my mind.
Jealousy like I’ve never known swirled inside me and burned every nerve. I just convinced myself I didn’t feel anything for this man. He was just my captor, someone I’d grown fond of. But out of nowhere my body ignited in a terrible blaze. I was jealous—more jealous than I’ve been in my entire life.
I told him I was his. He made love to me on my bed and I gave him what he wanted. The connection between us burned me alive and made me feel like I belonged somewhere. This place felt like home. It was vulnerable and terrifying. But I went to the place where he took me and let it happen. I allowed him to conquer me.
And he was off with other women.
I was pissed—to say the least.
***
Hours later I was still pissed off. The passage of time hadn’t dulled my hatred. I wanted to slap him across the face and make his skin turn deep red. I wanted to kick him right in the nuts and watch him cower underneath me.
My rage even terrified me.
A few hours after dinner a knock sounded on my door.
I eyed the doorknob, feeling my anger rise like heat in a cold room. If it were him I wouldn’t be able to hold my tongue. Profanities would fly out of my mouth quicker than air.
He knocked again when I didn’t answer.
If he were smart, he would just walk away.
He cracked the door open and saw me sitting on the couch. He was in his sweatpants and t-shirt, the clothes he wore a few hours before bed. Judging the darkness in his eyes he wanted me. He gave into his desire and finally made the first move. Scotch was on his breath even though I couldn’t smell it. He had to drink in order to find the courage to face me.
Coward.
He slowly approached the couch then kneeled at my feet. He separated my knees then inserted his torso in between. His hands moved to my thighs, gently squeezing them before he looked me in the eye. “I miss you.” He pressed his forehead to mine and eyed my lips.
“Really?” I couldn’t keep the derision out of my voice.
He met my gaze when he noticed the ferocity.
“You fuck some skank and then miss me?” I asked incredulously. “You’re such an ass.” I shoved him hard in the chest so he fell back onto the carpet.
He fell with the momentum because he hadn’t expected the attack. He quickly sat up, not reacting or even seeming like he was in pain.
“Get out of my room. Now.” I stormed to the door and threw it open. “Unless you want a hard kick in the nuts. And I know how much you like those.” I didn’t feel an ounce of fear for this man. I could go head-to-head with him and win.
He finally rose to his feet, his powerful arms tensing by his sides. “I didn’t fuck some skank.”
“Don’t lie to me.” That was more insulting than what he did with that slut. “Do whatever you want but don’t pull that shit on me.”
“What the fuck is going on?” He slammed the door so our voices wouldn’t carry to the rest of the house. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me against the wall, pinning me down so I couldn’t move an inch.
“Why don’t you tell me?” I tried to knee him but he blocked it.
He slapped me hard across the face, catching me off guard. “Spit it out.”
I recovered from the hit, hating myself for being aroused. “I saw you with your girlfriend outside.”
His eyes shifted to the window before the turned back to me. Realization followed the blank look a moment later.
“Yeah. You’ve been caught. Maybe next time you should shack up at a hotel.”
“Shut up.” He threw me against the wall again.
“No.” I kicked him in the shin.
He pressed his entire body against me so I couldn’t move.