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He leaned back over me. “I think you’re forgiven,” he said. I shuddered, knowing he was finally going to bring me the release I was craving. His fingers twitched, almost tightening around my neck before they drifted over my body, softly caressing my breast then moving over my stomach, slowly, tantalizing me with the expectation. And when he brushed my clit, his other hand coming around my hip, two fingers penetrating me, I lost it. My climax shredded me with its force, my hoarse cry echoing through the room.

I didn’t have time to even take control of my body when I heard his zipper, followed by the fullness of him as he drove into me. His growl was loud, almost feral, and had me trembling. My body was a storm brewing and waiting to explode as he pounded into me. He’d never taken me this hard, and the force of it sent my climax tumbling. I shattered again, coming so hard he had to hold my hips up while he continued to drive into me with abandon.

“That’s a good girl,” he said. “Fuck, that feels good.”

I picked myself up and threw my hair back, feeling his hand reach up to thread through it. I could tell he was holding back. He wanted to pull it but didn’t want to be aggressive with me. But damn, I wanted him to be rough this time. I needed to feel all he could bring. To know the side of him he hid from me.

“Pull it,” I purred, and he growled, his fingers wrapping tight and pulling until I was arching forward.

A rush of stimulating tingles hit me, my body alight with the sensation. I let out a cry, loving the side of him that fed the bad girl in me, the one who needed him to own me in only the way he could. He tightened his hold on my hip, thrusting into me so hard I could barely catch my breath. The thrill of it sent my climax climbing again, a fire burning me from the inside. An uncontrollable blaze that Greyson was about to unleash. The way he was clinging to my hip while his other hand remained entangled in my hair, accompanied by the grunts he was emitting, tore my release from me. I lost control, coming with an intensity that had me screaming. He let out a growl, breaking with me and pulling my hair so hard that my body lifted, my back hitting his chest. My orgasm was pummeling me, and he wrapped his arm around me, pushing deep into me until he stilled. The tremors that were rippling through me made it hard to breathe, and I clung to his thighs, trying to gain some control. Loosening his grip, he let me go and I dropped to the bed, peeking over at him as he fell next to me.

His breaths were ragged and sexy, the completely satisfied look on his face worth the throbbing in my scalp. He rested his hand on his chest and glanced at me, his eyes questioning me.

“You assumed I don’t like it hard,” I said, giving him a shrug.

“Shit. You’ve been holding out on me.”

I leaned over his chest and kissed him. “I don’t want that all the time. Just when you’re fired up and yelling at your employees.”

He chuckled and pulled my lips to his, kissing me ravenously until the kiss softened and the lover I knew returned.

“Sure you don’t want to wake up in my bed every morning? I can promise you my punishments will have you coming repeatedly now that I know you’ve been holding out on me,” he said against my lips.

“I’m sure, but you already have me coming repeatedly.” And more than any man had ever made me come.

“I’m only just starting,” he said, rolling me from him and rising.

I watched as he tucked himself away and realized he had taken none of his clothes off, and I was lying there just in my bra. The thought added a heightened level of naughtiness to how he’d taken me.

He put his shoes and coat on, then picked up his phone, giving me a devious grin before heading out to work. I dropped my head back. I didn’t know what to think of Greyson. He wouldn’t let me in, but he was slowly showing me who he was. There was no question I was in love with him. Just the thought of him sent quivers through my body.

Glancing at the clock, I knew I had to get moving. Greyson had scheduled a meeting for me with the local firm I’d originally planned to interview before his firm tempted me. I cleaned myself and dressed, opting for a flattering pair of black slacks and a stylish wrap shirt I’d picked up with the money Greyson had given me for my furniture. I shook my head at how sneaky he’d been as I locked my door, glancing over at Ava’s apartment and wishing I could share my news with her. She’d left right before the Christmas party to spend the holidays with her family. I’d have plenty to tell her when she returned and could only imagine the sheer look of shock she’d have at the news that Greyson Tides now belonged to me just as much as I belonged to him.

I pulled my collar up against the cold as I exited the building. It had snowed the night before, but the sidewalks were clear, and my boots had chunky heels, so I didn’t worry about slipping. I knew Greyson had his security on me, but I didn’t see them. Wherever they were, they were discreet enough to go unnoticed by even me. The constant need for bodyguards reminded me of Mason’s men, always close by, always on watch. He’d given the same excuse when I’d asked him about them many years ago. We had money, and that meant we needed protection. It had seemed like a simple answer back then, before I discovered the true reason he needed protection.

I let the thought go, shaking the idea that Greyson was anything like my brother. He was a businessman. My brother was a criminal who had done nothing but lie to me. I turned my thoughts back to Greyson and the way he’d let loose today, showing me the side he’d kept reserved. My stomach somersaulted, remembering how his fingers had felt tangled in my hair and forcing my head back.

As I approached my destination, I remained in a daze, the glow of my orgasms still lifting my mood and the residual of Greyson’s touch leaving me warm. But a strange feeling of dread slipped in as I drew nearer to the office. A familiar fear sat in the back of my mind, causing the hairs to rise on my neck. I glanced around, not seeing anything but random people walking behind me. Turning back, I perused the oncoming walkers, but nothing caught my eye. I hurried my pace, a sense of urgency behind my steps. My heart was beating hard in my chest, and as I opened the door to the building, there was a movement in my periphery. I glanced up. Clint’s cold brown eyes stared at me from down the street. He didn’t move. He just stood there, leaning on the side of the building, staring at me. He tipped his head toward me, giving me an evil grin before Tom, the manager of the firm, pulled my attention away.

“Miss Brinks?” Tom said. “Is everything okay?”

Only then did I realize I’d dropped my bag, my hand gripping so tight to the door that my gloves had ripped. I looked back to find Clint gone, but the fear that had strangled me remained. Tom bent down and picked up my bag, handing it to me, his kind eyes evaluating me.

I willed myself to nod and made up an excuse of feeling dizzy. All the while, my mind was screaming in fear. Clint had found me, and he was here to finish the job. I’d fled Mason, leaving my protection behind and handing myself over to Clint like a lamb at slaughter.

Chapter Nineteen

GREYSON

Istared at my screen, seeing the blur of words but not paying attention to them. Riley was on my mind, as usual. She amazed me more every day. The way she’d asked me to pull her hair, reacting so beautifully to how hard I took her, had my cock aching. Other than the day I’d dominated her in the shower, I’d been nothing but gentle with her because she brought that out in me, but knowing she might be willing to satisfy some of those dirty thoughts I’d had about her early on was tantalizing.

Deciding that the numbers weren’t being reviewed today, I rose and walked to my window, looking out at the wooded landscape behind my house. The snow left it a winter wonderland that would be the perfect backdrop for Christmas morning. Riley didn’t know it yet, but she’d be staying with me on Christmas Eve. She may have stubbornly rejected my idea of moving in with me, but there was no way I was leaving her alone that night knowing it was her first Christmas away from her brother. I’d keep her mind off him. I had already made reservations for an elegant dinner, and her gifts were wrapped and ready.

It occurred to me that I didn’t have a tree. I never paid much attention to holidays, but if I wanted to surprise her, I needed a tree. I reached for my phone, ready to call Sherry and have her find me one, when Riley’s number appeared on the screen. It was only a few minutes after ten and she was supposed to be interviewing with Thomas Ren, the manager of the boutique firm she’d initially interviewed with. It was a formality. He would hire her because I’d told him to. But she wanted to maintain her independence, so the formalities needed to be kept in place.

“Riley?” I answered, curious as to why she would call so soon.

“Can you come pick me up?” Her voice was shaking and carried a familiar tone to it—fear.

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