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I yell out his name, but he slaps a hand over my mouth so nothing but a muffled moan can come out. My hips buck against him as if I can somehow wedge his cock in another inch without him splitting me open. As I unravel, I’m distantly aware of his groans, of the hand around my throat tightening, tightening.

Blackness edges my vision when my eyes eventually fly open, vignetting Gideon’s carnal grimace. His eyes are on mine, locked on so hard it’s as if he can see right into my soul.

His cock pumps deep inside me, filling me with his seed. There’s so much it oozes out as he fucks me through his orgasm. It drips between my legs and down my crack, lubricating the finger he’s still thrusting in and out of my backdoor.

“Christ, Charlotte,” he growls. “You’re holding me like a fucking fist.”

And that’s because he hasn’t stopped. He’s still fucking me with his dick and his finger, and it’s too much. I’m coming again, and this time it’s with a silent scream that clutches my body like a vise.

Gideon pulls out of me, and then something hot and wet closes over my clit.

I see stars when he sucks.

An entire galaxy opens up and swallows me whole.

“Stop, please,” I whimper.

He licks me slow and hard as if he’ll disobey. But then he kisses the inside of my thigh, my knee.

Gideon leans over me, finally taking his hand off my throat, and smooths back a chunk of hair from my sweat-misted face. “I love you, Charlotte Ash. Just in case there was any doubt left in your mind.”

I let what he says soak in as I lay there trembling under his strong body. Then I lick my lips, shake my head.

He blinks, straightens. Waits.

I push onto my elbows and manage to come to a seat. There’s a mess on the desk under my ass, and it makes the surface slippery. I grab onto him for support as I tug my straps back onto my shoulders, as I smooth my dress down my shaking legs.

With a hard swallow, I finally force the words past my throat. “What you did was wrong.”

His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t defend himself.

I pull my leg back, maneuvering it around him so I can slip off the table. I can barely stand, but I make my spine straight and I take my hands off him, and I stare up at him until my neck feels like it will break.

“I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that.”

His head tilts ever so slightly, and in just that slight gesture, I see a vast change in him. Suddenly I’m not facing my sexy therapist…I’m staring up at a darkly dangerous man.

I take a step back, my stomach bottoming out in terror, but he grabs me by the throat again. Pushes me against the wall. His lips twitch as if he’s battling something, but whether it’s a smile or a snarl, I can’t tell.

“There is no fighting this.” He leans into me. “No fightingme.”

I open my mouth, but he doesn’t give me a chance to speak.

“We were meant to be together, Charlotte. And we will be, one way or the other.”

He releases me, steps back. His eyes go to the drawing on the desk. Somehow it escaped our wild fucking undamaged. He rolls it up and drops his head to smell the paper. When his eyes flicker up to me, my body responds with a host of confusing signals. My mouth dries in terror, my pussy clenches in excitement, and my heartthuds, thuds, thudslike a drum.

“Goodbye for now, Miss Ash.”

Chapter Thirteen

Fyre

Ilove dismal weather, the sound of rain pattering on the roof of my sedan. Rain decreases visibility, allows people like me to blend into the shadows. I can’t have anyone spot me.

Not tonight.

It’s been three weeks since I said goodbye to Charlotte, and my heart hasn’t stopped aching. I barely eat. Sleep is but a fond memory. My every thought, both waking and those in limbo, are of her.

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