Page 66 of Pawn

“Carson?”

Nodding, he reaches for the drink behind me, pulling it to his lips. “I had your stupid voice in my head telling me not to give up.” I excuse him for calling it “stupid” before I steal his drink. “So I didn’t.”

“And?”

“It didn’t work.” Taking the drink from my fingers, he knocks it back before refilling it.

“What about—”

“Forget it.”

“But what if you—”

“Jo, I said forget it!” His growl makes my body stiffen but he keeps me locked on his lap. “Don’t you get it? It was a pathetic fucking display on behalf of my company and I’m the one in charge. Nothing changes the fact that I ruined the future at King Financial because of a girl.”

“Okay, woah!” Pushing from his hold, I stand to my feet, ignoring the stiffy in his pants. “I sacrificed a hell of a lot for this too, Damien.”

“Like what? Your company? Your family fucking legacy?”

“How about my goddamn sanity?” My voice fills the room, so loud it gives me goosebumps. Damien cocks a brow like he’s only the least bit fazed before I take a breath, careful to not wake Willow. “Fuck this.”

When I make my way towards the door, I hear him rise out of his seat, his footsteps coming towards me. “What’re you gonna do, Rowland? Runaway again? Split when shit gets rough like a goddamn coward? I don’t see you trying to fix this, Jo. I don’t see you on the phone at two in the morning trying to keep the fucking lights on.”

Before I reach the door, his words make me whip around. “Who are you? My father?” I scoff, glancing at the ceiling while Damien slows, striding towards me with his eyes low like he’s trying to threaten me in the school hallway. “The lights on? You have money coming out of your ass! And coward? Look in the fucking mirror.”

“Watch your mouth, Rowland,” he growls, his chest coming close to mine, looking down at me with that ice-cold gaze. “Don’t say anything you’ll regret.”

“Like what?” My back hits the door, his hard chest to my tits. “Like I love you and I hate what you’re becoming because of this? Don’t make me the villain because you lost your company or you’ll lose me too.”

BANG!

Damien’s hand hits the door right by my head. “You say you love me but you’re threatening me? Ain’t that a load of shit.”

“I’m saying, you’re as weak as your dad thought you were if you make me the enemy because you lost a business deal.” I meet his eyes, his lips close to mine. “Now let me go.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, his eyes dropping to my lips. “Are you as hard as I am?”

“What?”

He presses his hard cock into me, the fabric pressing against my clit. “Give me some time, Rowland.” He parts my leg with his knee, kissing down my neck, his breath landing on my skin. “Losing this company feels like losing him. My dad.”

“You’re saying that with your cock against me?”

“It’s about to be in you if you forgive me,” he growls in my ear. “Give me time.” With his hands cupping my ass, he pulls my legs around him and with his lips on my neck, it’s easy to feel like I’m floating.

“Time?” I murmur, mesmerized in his hold.

“Mhm,” he groans. “And speaking of time, it’s time I take you back to bed.”

Whipping me around, he gets a squeal before we’re tumbling down the hall and bursting through our bedroom door.

He’s right. We’re animals.

We fight like it, and we fuck like it too.

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Calculus is bullshit.

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