But it’s impossible to end this hurricane or to escape the wrath that’s radiating off him in waves.
He storms down the hall and stops in front of a room that’s guarded by a man in a black suit.
Upon seeing us, he nods at Jeremy and opens the leather-studded door. Jeremy barely nods at the man before he drags me inside and swings the door shut.
All the chaos, music, and chatter from outside dies down. My heavy breathing becomes loud in the silence of what I think is a VIP room.
Two elegant velvet sofas sit opposite each other with a glass coffee table between them.
But I barely focus on the details when Jeremy slams me against the wall. The aggressive energy from earlier multiplies tenfold as his large hand grips me by the hip and his deep, angry-calm voice strikes me like a whip.
“Not only did you refuse to keep your side of the bargain and show up, but you also turned off your phone, wore fuck-me clothes, and came here to dance with some assholes.” His hand slides to where my dress stops at my thighs. “Did you think anyone else could touch you, Cecily? Hmm? That someone else would be able to put their fucking hands on what’s mine?”
Hand bunching in the material, he yanks the dress up in one go, making me gasp. “I’ll cut their wrists off before they come near my cunt.” He rips my underwear off and throws the shreds aside, then digs his fingers into my skin. “My ass.” He flings me against him and his jeans create friction against my stimulated core. “My fucking property.”
I bang a hand on his chest, lips trembling, as the onslaught of emotions and erotic stimuli rushes over me. “I’m not your property, Jeremy. I’m a person.”
“Myperson,” he nearly growls the words. “Next time you let anyone touch you, I’ll fuck you in their blood and make you come all over their corpse.”
In a swift movement, he frees his cock and bumps the crown against my clit.
Once.
Twice.
On the third time, I’m about to beg him for it like the wanton girl he trained me to be.
I’ve become so attuned to his rough handling that I’m dripping between my thighs.
Without any warning, he thrusts inside me in one violent go.
My back arches off the wall and a powerful shudder rips through me.
He lifts my legs so they’re wrapped around his sculpted waist as he drives into me with deep, harsh strokes that are meant to punish.
“This is the final time you ignore me. You will never come to a place like this without me again.”
I grab onto his neck with both hands. I feel like if I don’t hold on to him, I’ll fall to my face.
“We’re not in a relationship,” I say, despite my shattered voice. “You have no right to tell me what to do.”
“Being in a relationship or not doesn’t make you want me any less. Feel your cunt taking my cock so well and your body coming alive for me? No one else,me.” He releases one of my arse cheeks and then slaps it. “Next time you let another dick near you, I want you to remember how you’re milking my cock like a dirty little whore.”
“You did it first,” I strain, unable to keep up with the rhythm as I bounce off his cock. “You had that girl hanging on your arm earlier. Why don’t you go to her and leave me alone?”
“Is that what you want?” He pulls out all the way to the tip, then slams back in, hitting my G-spot and turning me into a puddle of emotions. “You want me to ram my cock into another cunt?”
My mind goes awry at images of him with another woman, namely that blonde bombshell Maya.
“Tell me, Cecily. You want me to fuck her until she’s screaming my name?”
My lips tremble and I purse them shut before I say, “If you do that, I’ll sleep with someone else.”
I probably wouldn’t, because the idea of sex with someone other than Jeremy still scares the bejeesus out of me. But I won’t let him have the satisfaction of crumbling me to pieces.
His expression turns blank, too blank, as he slides his hand up my breasts and calmly wraps it around my throat. “And who is that someone, hmm? A guy who’ll kiss your body, caress you, and make love to you? That’s not what you want, Cecily. Far from it. You love being chased and degraded. You love being fucked into oblivion until you lose control. You love being my filthy little slut.”
And then he’s choking me as he drives into me harder. He fucks me like he owns every inch of me, like he can’t miss any part, any nook or cranny.