Emily frowned. “My landlady yells at me every time you stay the night.”
Geoffrey shrugged. “Won’t matter after today. Get dressed, I’m going to take you to your new place.”
Emily frowned. “New place?”
“Unless you’ve reconsidered taking the new position.” He crossed the room and sat down on the bed, running his hand up her thigh as she turned onto her back. “You can’t stay here.”
She closed her eyes as he teased her sex with his fingers and jumped as he brushed her clit.
“Still sensitive?” he asked in a low voice.
Her mouth dropped open as he caressed the nub. “Please don’t...”
“You like it.”
“Physically.”
“What else is there?”
Anger flashed through her body, extinguishing the music in her mind. She opened her eyes and glared at him. “I showed you I was willing to take the new position.”
He laughed. “You know just how to rile me up, Em.” He leaned across her and wrapped his hand around her neck. “You like the beast.”
He squeezed and she clutched at his wrists, gasping for breath.
If only he’d finish the job.
He slid a finger into her body and ran his thumb over her clit. She closed her eyes as her mouth gaped open, trying not to react, but he laughed. “You’re still hot and bothered from last night.”
He pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. A moment later, he was inside her. He squeezed his hand around her neck again, his heavy body pressing her into the mattress. “You know about the extra responsibilities that come with Section One, right?”
“I have to fuck whoever you say,” she choked out.
Geoffrey chuckled and thrust hard several times. “Hence the new apartment. This place is a shithole.”
“You put me here.”
“I’m not paying for you girls to live in a nicer place unless you need it.” He released her neck and flipped her over, pulling her to her hands and knees, digging his fingers into her hips. Emily hung her head, clenching her jaw. At least in this position, he couldn’t see her facial expressions. He pounded hard for several minutes. She concentrated on the anger in her chest, forcing the music back into the locked room behind her heart.
Finally, he erupted with a roar and thrust hard and deep. She stared at the sheets below as he jabbed into her several times and then collapsed onto his side next to her, running his hands through his thick dark hair. He studied her face and she clenched her jaw. “Feel better?”
She turned away. “Where’s the new place?”
“In my building, of course.” He reached for her breast and she slapped his hand away without thinking.
Before what she’d done registered in her mind, she was on her back, Geoffrey straddling her hips, his hand around her throat again. His eyes were on fire and he dug his fingers into her neck.
“I get that you’re angry, Emily. But you never,everslap away my hand from touching you. Do you understand?” He grabbed her nipple between his knuckles and squeezed hard.
She screamed in pain, but he choked off the sound with his hand.
She stared up at him, trying to rekindle the anger but his fury had extinguished it, leaving wet, soppy fear behind in its place. She choked and convulsed as he tightened his grip.
“I’d kill you but you’d like it too much.” He gave one last squeeze before releasing her neck and slapping her face. He stood and walked to the plastic chair where he’d hung his clothes the night before.
Emily coughed hard and curled into a ball on her side, holding her cheek.
“Go shower and get dressed. I’ve got shit to do today.”