Page 59 of Dissension

Gale kisses the air beside Kara’s cheek. “Bye, friend. We should chat more. I have some things to tell you about your father and the investigation into his ‘possible’ embezzlement crimes. Things are looking up!”

How is that even possible? Kara feels a hollow burn continue to grow in her chest.

“Bye, Gale. It’s been real.” Dieter calls after her cheerily. “Also, I see gray in your hair again. Did your stylist miss a spot? You should replace them-”

“Behave,” Gale snarls at him before slamming the door behind her.

Waiting to hear the sound of Gale’s car starting, Kara turns to look at him with fire in her gaze.

He’s giving her a fox-like grin, the one that says he’s thinking about what she looks like when he’s inside her, making her cum. “Just you and me now, chickadee.” He pretends to be fascinated with the time on his sparkling watch. “What shall we get up to?”

“Don’t you even start with that!” Kara snaps, face red. Shouldn’t have slept with him,nope, never. “You had her edit my contract to have those foul terms.Why?” She feels betrayed, stabbed. Up and down, up and down with this rich bastard…

A rich bastard you slept with far too happily, bitch. He made you see stars.

Seeing the expression on her face, Dieter scoffs and rolls his eyes as he departs the expertly carved dining table. “Because Ihad an inkling that this is how you would react if I told you how Ireallywanted that contract written. Gale and Reggison deal with the uglier side of my business. You, well, you’re too nice for that, aren’t you? So, I keepyoushielded from it. Aren’t you pleased?”

Oh, so his other lawyers are who he really trusts with things, is that it? Because they are willing to dirty themselves with his schemes? Her jaw clenches unbearably as she watches him walk away, walking up the stairs to his other rooms.

She follows, red in her gaze.

“You are a spoiled, wretched man with far too much power and too few consequences,” Kara snaps at his back, fists clenched at her sides.

He turns and glances at her over his shoulder, a hint of a grin on his mouth. He isn’t offended by her statement, but there is a glint of something predatory in his green gaze. “And I suppose you believe I need to suffer? Criminal punishment or divine justice?”

He slowly steps away, towards his room, the one with the giant bay windows that overlook the trees stretching into the distance. Perhaps Kara shouldn’t be so familiar with the large estate, but she’s had to follow him from room to room before, going down a list of outstanding business for the day, the way she used to see Gale do with him.

“I don’t know what you deserve, you vicious fuckboy,” Kara retorts, hot after him. She’s just outside the doorway of his room, the one he just disappeared into, when Dieter takes her by surprise.

A hand grips her wrist, pulling her into the space with sudden ferocity. Dieter’s there, in her space, close enough to consume, his nose nearly brushing hers as he gazes into her face. Her heart skips a beat, seeing herself reflected in those yawning pupils. She looks fierce, her eyes blazing.

He looks perfect, like a dream.

“Don’t you want to be the one to do it?” His voice, teasing andviciouslydark in equal measure. He pulls her further into the room, placing her hand at his throat as they walk backward toward his neatly made bed.

Kara can’t swallow the saliva gathering in her mouth. Almost forgets to breathe. Why is he doing this? Why does he always know how to push her off her feet? “Do what, exactly?”

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Dieter remains holding her hand at his throat as he looks up at her, all soft, false submission. “Punishme.”

A heavy ball of hunger unfurls within Kara’s belly, flickering red.

She pushes him back so that he’s lying down on the bed, sprawled there in that effortless manner of his. Glee whispers in his gaze; she’s doing exactly what he wants and a part of her wants to tear him apart for that smugness.

“I loathe you,” she grits out harshly, looking down at his form.

“Prove it,” Dieter replies with a cruel sneer. “I want you to make me believe it.”

Sitting astride him, Kara pins him in place, snarling. She buries her hand in his soft hair, exposing his throat. “You want to fight me, is that it?”

That sneer grows wider as he presses his hand between her legs, cupping her there. “Whatever gets you off, chickadee.”

The persistent rubbing of her core makes her head tilt back as she grits her teeth, feeling arousal grow. “You’re a sick bastard.”

Their clothes go, tossed to the side of the bed. Gasping mouths, wet lips meeting in a harsh kiss. Skin against skin as Kara keeps him under her, her hands pinning his wrists down as their mouths play together. She bites him, digs her nails into his wrists, wanting to hurt him-

None of it phases him. Not in the slightest.

“That’s it,” he says against her skin, rolling his hips eagerly. “Take it.”

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