Page 19 of Passion and Revenge

“Harder! Harder!”

I piston into her, shifting my angle a little until I hit a specific spot inside her that makes her back bow.

As I get to the precipice, I throw my head back and grit my teeth, pulling out of her at the last moment.

I watch in fascination as ropes of cum shoot over her back and ass. Her legs tremble, and just as I step away, she drops to the ground, too exhausted to hold herself up.

“I don’t know how,” she whispers with a delirious smile, “but it just continues to get better with you. It’s never this hot with anybody else.”

“Good to know,” I say noncommittally, already reaching for my clothes.

“You’re a beast, Ale. And you have a monstrous cock to match.”

My head snaps down to her, and I feel my blood turn to ice, my earlier satisfaction dissipating into thin air. “Never call me that again. Understand?”

Images of a dark-haired man calling me Ale with a smug grin flitter through my mind. Each image makes me tenser and tenser until I’m coiled tight like a loaded spring. My fingers twitch at my side.

Her eyes widen, a hint of fear flashing through them, and then she rolls her eyes. “Okay, darling.”

I grab a towel and a pack of wet wipes and toss it at her. “Get cleaned up.”

Dayna’s bottom lip pokes out, and she gives me what she thinks is a cute puppy look. “Really? You’re just going to dismiss me like this? I thought we could have dinner, and then we could go for another round. I don’t know about you, but I could really use a few more of those orgasms.”

I’m regretting calling her already. “Not tonight.”

“Not ever, you mean.” She climbs to her feet, hands on her slim hips, confident in her nudity. I can’t help the way my eyes trail down her body, but instead of the rush of heat, there’s just the mildest stirring within me.

“I’m busy today.” I tug my briefs up my hips, my pants following. There’s a sudden itch to jump in the shower and scrub her off my skin that I’ve never felt before.

She huffs. “You’re always busy. Where do I factor into all your busy plans?”

I’m slowly losing all patience for this conversation. “I’ll call you, Dayna.” The dismissal is as clear as day, and anybody with something between their ears would have taken the cue. Unfortunately, nobody could ever accuse Dayna of having a brain.

“No, you won’t,” she whines. “You never call. I’m the one who’s always coming to you. I’m starting to think I’m just a booty call to you. I thought you liked me.”

“What gave you that impression?” I ask through clenched teeth.

Her mouth tips down at the corners, and she grabs her purse and hurls it at me. I bat it away with the flick of my wrist, about to grab her by her slender neck and toss her out, but she immediately burst into tears.

“How can you say that? Why would you be so mean?” She glances over her shoulder and then back at me. “Is it because of her? I saw you looking at her the whole time you were fucking me. Who is she?”

“She’s business, nothing more.” And now I’m explaining myself to someone who’s little more than a hole for me to stick my dick into.

Fucking hell.

“Business?” Her brows raise, the fake tears drying up in the face of her curiosity. “What kind of business? Do you let all your birdies sleep in a queen-sized bed in your house? Are you fucking her? I didn’t realize you were into the flesh trade. I thought?—”

“I don’t keep you around for your excellent thinking,” I cut in. “Clean yourself up and get out.” And since when does Dayna dare question me about anything?

“Ugh,” she grunts, turning to pick up the wet wipes and jerkily cleaning her makeup-smeared face, “I wonder what you want with her. She’s basically a cow.”

“What did you just say?” I narrow my eyes at her.

“Look at her.” She points one slender arm to the glass. “Hasn’t she ever heard of a gym? Or dieting? I guess some men like them that way, but you can do much better than her, you know.”

I don’t grace her with a response. Instead, my gaze shifts over her shoulder to the still-sleeping woman. Something inside me suddenly burns with the urge to have her hazel eyes on me. It creeps up my spine and leaves me feeling odd.

I turn away in irritation, fixing my gaze on the blonde who is now pulling her eggshell bandage dress over her hips. She turns her back to me, sweeping her hair over one shoulder.

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