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He didn’t move an inch. There was no way he was letting her get away with this. Keeping anger buried was a big mistake.

“Carter!”

“Hit me, hit me as hard as you fucking can. You can’t let this shit fester.”

Her eyes misted and her jaw tensed.

“Come on.” He poked her shoulder. “Do it.”

She batted him away.

“More,” he snapped, still poking her. Over and over. His finger denting her soft flesh.

“I can’t… I don’t.” A tear spilled from her right eye and rolled down her cheek.

He hated to see it but continued with his mission. “Show me how mad they make you.” Still, he jabbed her upper arm.

She squirmed and pushed at his hand.

“Leah!”

“Stop it! Why are you doing this?” she shouted.

“For your own good.” He clasped her chin and forced her to look at him. “Because I care.”

“No, you don’t. If you did, you’d leave me alone.”

He released her face and gripped the neckline of her outfit. Curling his fingers under it, he yanked hard and heard the satisfying rip of material.

She stumbled forward as her bare chest was exposed. “Carter!” She stared up at him in disbelief.

“So now you’re really mad, right?” He glared at her.

Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples tight.

“Now I’ve trashed your fancy outfit, you’re mad as hell.”

She balled her fist and slammed it onto his chest.

“Yes! That’s it.” He backed her against the wall again. “Let it out.”

She grunted, her teeth gritting, and hit him again, first with her right hand and then with her left.

He barely felt it. “Come on. You’ve got more than that.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” she snarled.

“Yeah, I know that.” He kept her trapped. “Hit me for being an asshole.”

She did. Again and again. Her small hands beating at his chest.

Her breasts jiggled. A flush rose from them, up to her neck and cheeks. She was gasping and half crying, half raging.

Damn it, his cock was getting hard.

She was losing control, that tight control she wielded over her life, and to witness it slipping was sexy as fuck.

“Keep going,” he said, his erection pressing against his pants. “You’ve got a way to go yet. They’ve treated you like this for years.”


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