Page 119 of Bitter Secrets

“Initiated…?” she sputtered. “Are you high? How could I initiate anything when I wasunconscious?”

The emotionless veneer cracked as his hand flexed on her. “Last night, I was working beside you. You pushed my laptop aside, grabbed my hand, and put it between your legs.”

She searched his eyes for a sign that he was joking, but of course, there was nothing there. “I don’t believe you.”

He ripped at his shirt, sending buttons flying. She tried to back away, but he held her in place as he tugged his collar aside. She strained away from him, but when she caught sight of the mark on his neck, she stilled.

“What the hell is that?”

“You tell me.” His thumb brushed over his fresh hickey; eyes boring into hers. “You put it there.”

Her mind went haywire. She couldn’t have done that, could she? She would remember climbing onto his lap and sucking on his neck, right? But it was there, plain as day. If she hadn’t, then who…? She ripped out of his hold. “You’re a sick son of a bitch.”

He cocked his head to the side as he examined her. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

She stared at his chest and wished she knew karate, so she could give him the beating he so desperately deserved. When he crowded her, she lifted burning eyes to his. He really was the most conniving man she’d ever met. He would do anything to make her believe what he wanted, even make up the fact that she seduced him in her sleep. It was ridiculous.

“How much did you pay her, Roth?”

For a second, he didn’t react, and then his features began to contort. A glint of the madness she saw at Tuxedo Park invaded his expression. She took a step back, but that was as far as she got before he whirled her around, picked her up, and clapped a hand over her mouth before she thought to scream. He hustled her to the back of the plane.

As he entered the bathroom, she grabbed the doorjamb, but that didn’t stop him. He kept walking. It was either dislocate her shoulder or let go. He released her to shut the door. Even as she opened her mouth to call for help, he slammed the door.

When he turned to face her, her heart lodged in her throat. The calm veneer was gone. A glance around the bathroom reminded her there was nowhere to run. The shower took up one corner of the room, with the vanity and toilet taking up the rest. There was one large window directly across from the shower. As they passed through more cloud cover, it smothered the afternoon light, making the obsidian bathroom appear sinister despite the fabulous lighting and gleaming surfaces.

She held up her hands as she backed into the vanity. “Roth.”

He gripped her hips and brought her flush with his hard body. “You’re so determined to deny what’s between us, you’d rather believe I'm cheating on you than admit you want me?”

"Idon'twant you!”

“No?” he crooned mockingly. “I must have dreamed up the woman who put her mark on me.”

“That wasn’t—"

He gripped her face in a biting hold to stop her from finishing her sentence. “You want to believe a person like you couldn’t want someone like me, but you crave me.” He used one hand to lift her and then lower her slowly so she scraped over the hard ridge in his pants on her way down. “In sleep, your primal instincts took over, and you took what you wanted, just like you used to.”

Her nails scrabbled over his chest. He didn’t try to stop her, but kept her locked to him as he rocked against her with savage intent.

“You held my hand where you wanted it and fucked my fingers as you told me what you wanted me to do to you.”

Against her will, her womb clenched. The straight seam of his lips curved at the corner as if he sensed the change in her treacherous body, though his eyes remained empty and lifeless.

“You may not know what you want, princess, but your body does. She wants the man who made her into a woman. The only man who can satisfy her.”

His hand tightened on her face when she tried to shake her head. She felt his hand at her waist a second before he tore at her jeans, sending the top button flying.

“Roth!”

His hand slid into her pants, forcing the zipper to part to accommodate him. Even as she grabbed his arm, his fingers found her clit with such accuracy that she jolted.

“You’re already fucking wet for me,” he growled, hand on her ass, angling her for better penetration. “Who’s the fucking liar now?”

“I hate you,” she said and stifled a shriek as his fingers scissored inside her. She bore down on his wrist, trying to get that fucking hand out of her, but he didn’t let up. Her body scrambled to catch up, flooding his fingers to ease his brutal intrusion.

“I’ll take hate if it comes with this fire,” he said as his fingers dragged against her walls. “I thought I’d finally overworked to the point where I was hallucinating.”

Her breath stalled as his finger speared her.

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