Page 35 of Wreck Me

She hadn’t been at Luxe for two days.

Well, counting the weekend, we were talking four.

Four whole days that I hadn’t laid eyes on her, let alone anything else.

Logically, that was a good thing.

It meant I’d gotten under her skin like I’d intended.

That I’d rocked her new outlook and created cracks in her well put together life.

All those lies she was telling herself.

But beyond all that rationality, there was something else, something I didn’t care for, crawling under my skin, nagging at me with every day I showed up at Luxe and didn’t see her there.

And it was making me antsy as fuck.

Keeping it from my outward demeanor was only serving to exacerbate it.

It would cause a stir from both Cal and Cas.

If they knew I’d had a reaction to her, that I still was having an aggravating reaction, they’d swoop on in and take this task from me. They wouldn’t want to risk it. They’d see it as a sign that I was headed for another downward spiral.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I couldn’t let them take this task from me.

I’d only gotten started with the feisty little thing that was Skylar Bennett.

I wanted to believe it was just about the satisfaction of completing the task I’d been assigned by Caspian, the sense of accomplishment and continuing my winning streak of trouncing whatever I set my sights on—tasks, assignments, everything.

But there was something else there too, a need that went beyond that.

I’d thought it had just been an odd attraction to the energy she exuded. That day in the parking lot had caught me off guard, because I shouldn’t have been able to feel any of that. It should’ve just been about the mission at hand. She should’ve just remained as a key piece on the board that Cas wanted control over.

I hadn’t even intended to take things to a sexual place when I’d pulled her into that stairwell a few days ago.

But her reactions, that dark and twisted nature of hers that had risen from my initial provocations had called to me in a way I hadn’t felt before. It had ripped right through the walls I’d erected and a voracious need had taken me over. It had been all roadblocks down as I’d tasted her, been all fucking over her, and had my fingers deep inside her tight little cunt making her shatter for me, swallowing her pleasure, her animal clashing with mine.

I’d been so close to tearing into her with my cock, but the look on her face had stopped me. The confusion there, the conflict in herself. She’d looked so fucking lost.

Goddammit. It shouldn’t have bothered me. It shouldn’t have touched me.

But it had.

And I needed to figure out why.

I needed to know why I could feel around her.

I knew facts about her, sure, but reality and being up close was a whole lot different. Besides there were things that intel couldn’t ascertain. And those things were what I needed in order to figure out what the hell was going on here.

“I hate you.”

I’d breathed in that hate, eaten it up, fucking relished it.

Again, I shouldn’t have.

It should’ve just been a tick in the positive column, indicating I was well on the way to completing my task when it came to her.

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