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“Never again, Theo. She’s mine.” In a few steps, Chase assesses me. The cold blue of his eyes notice the red imprint on my arm. He cups my chin, lifts and turns my head to the side. His finger caresses the sensitive skin where Theodore bit me.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” he growls.

“Baby no,” I whisper. “Take me home,” I lift my arms to the beautiful face of the man I adore. Chase clasps my hand, turns me around and hugs me to his side as he leads us towards the exit. He has absolutely no concern for the man he left bleeding all over himself.

I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what just happened and how Chase made it to the restaurant so quickly when my knight in shining rayon forcefully pushes me into the limo. I slide in spastically. His hands settle me into my seat. Chase slams the door and turns to me. His eyes are black, hungry and filled with lust.

I hear the privacy screen roll up as I scrutinize the giant bulge in his pants. “Your underwear. Off. Now!” he demands.

I’ve never heard this tone from him before. His nostrils flare and his eyes narrow, their depths an inky onyx color. Quickly I hike up my dress and shimmy out of my underwear. Excitement and fear a hazy line he’s making me walk. With jerky movements he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down. His cock appears fully erect and bulging. The tiny slit at the top weeps, a pearly drop sits at the crown of his massive erection. My mouth waters at the sight wanting nothing more than to take his fullness into my mouth and taste his need. When his pants are around his ankles he hauls me onto his lap. In one second flat he powers into me, sheathed to the hilt. I scream out, the pleasure pain of his entry coalescing into one.

“Fuck!” he groans.

I’m not prepared for his penetration. There is no foreplay or kisses, just his carnal need to mate. After the burning sensation of his rough entry wears off, I slide up and down his length, rocking slowly. I grip him with my internal muscles and grab ahold of his shoulders for leverage. His gaze searches mine as if he’s memorizing every facet of my face. Then he smashes our lips together in a brutal kiss, one hand holding my nape close. He pulls back and bites and nips down my neck. His words are a chant against the tender skin, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says while he bites, licks, and sucks on the skin he can reach.

There’s the man I know. There’s my Chase. He grips my waist pushing me up and slamming me down on his cock in punishing thrusts. The rough pleasure of this coupling is unlike anything we’ve had before. Something about his need is feral, animalistic, stripping him down to want and need. All of which seem to be one thing…me.

“You’re fucking mine!” he says through gritted teeth, his jaw tight. “Do you understand?” He jackknifes his hips up going impossibly deep. I scream out in pure ecstasy, climbing to the crest and falling over the edge.

“Say it!” he demands with another harsh thrust. I cry out, lost in a never ending orgasm.

“I’m yours, Chase. Always, yours.” Tears prick at my eyes. “I love you, Chase. I love you,” I scream as he thrusts deeper and deeper. I lean back and rest my hands on his knees behind me, changing the angle, allowing him more access to penetrate farther. He moans and presses hard into me, his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips. His cock is rock hard as it pounds into me. I can feel every steely inch of him drag along the tender inflamed tissue inside.

“Come baby. Come again for me,” he says in a tone I recognize, one as intimate as my own voice. I come long and slow, my sex tightening in leisurely pulls against his length, tipping him over the edge with me.

I lay against his chest waiting for the storm to pass. His hands caress my back in lazy circles but he doesn’t speak.

“What just happened, Chase?” I whisper against his chest. This sexual encounter was rife with anger and possession.

“I lost control.”

Chapter 18

We don’t discuss what happened with Theodore-the-slimeball-Vandegren or what took place in the limo after we reach his Penthouse. Chase waves me off to bed saying he has work.

Instead of talking to me, he chooses to internalize his issues and isolate himself in his study. It hurts and makes me feel as if we’re taking steps backwards instead of forward. I feel alone, like a cork bobbing in a sea of disappointment. I thought we’d gotten past the bulk of our communication issues. So wrong. Every time it bubbles up it’s like a pot of water forgotten on a burning stove, left to overflow with the intense heat. I go to bed alone, exhausted over the day’s events. When I awake, disappointment once more crashes over me. He left me alone. I don’t even know if he slept next to me though he did leave a note on his pillow.

Gillian,

I have to work today. Dinner tonight with Craig and his wife at 7:00. Jack will take you wherever you’d like to go today. I’ll call later.

Yours,

~CD

At least he left a note. I can’t help but hope the “yours” signoff means something. Last night was the first time he’d said those three little words in months. Under the circumstances, I wish he hadn’t.

We also haven’t discussed any of what we revealed of our pasts since that night. Do I regret telling him about my past? That I loved him? No. I could never regret that. Last night when I screamed my love for him as he took me in the limo was the only other time I told him. It was such a relief. It’s as if we’re holding onto that night and those revelations as if they never occurred. Even the “love” part.

As I get ready for the day, I decide not to sit around waiting for Chase to get home. I call the bellman and schedule a taxi to pick me up. I walk out of the building and jump into the waiting taxi as I wave at Chase’s sentinel sitting on his perch near the car.

Jack shoots me one of his patented scowls. His large form bounds over to the cab but not fast enough. I promise the cab driver an extra twenty bucks if he squeals the tires as we speed off. I smile coyly as Jack puts his phone to his ear. I use my thumb and pinky to give him the symbol for making a call and mouth “call me,” adding to his irritation. He seems pretty peeved. Mission accomplished. I feel vindicated and free. Now for a little “me” time. I need the space to put things into perspective.

Besides, I refuse to be chauffeured around New York by Chase’s personal soldier so that he can be apprised of my comings and goings.

My phone rings. I answer, saccharin sweet, “Hello darling.”

“What the hell are you doing going off without Jack?” His deep voice is clipped and razor sharp. “Didn’t you get my note?”

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