Page 21 of Command and Control: GHOST Operative

She wobbles a little, and for a second I feel like I'm supporting more of her weight than I was. But thenJulieanne slides her eyes my way, not even trying to fight the hold I have on her. "Maybe that's why I said it."

She's baiting me. Pushing back against everything I say and do. No one does this to me. No one makes me question my own motives and actions.

Except her.

Somehow, this woman claws under my skin, burrowing into the deepest darkest parts of me before twisting them into knots. Managing to turn me against myself. To turn me into someone I learned long ago not to be. She makes me fucking weak. Makes me need things I wouldn’t let myself need. Want things I refused to want.

And what I want, is her. It’s fucking maddening and uncontrollable.

"Just remember, Angel Face, I tried to warn you."

Releasing her hip, I drag up the hem of her dress before roughly shoving my hand into her panties. I suck in a sharp breath when my fingers glide against wet, heated flesh. It's yet another thing I don't expect, and it snaps something inside me. Something I've had in place for so long I don't remember what it's like to live without it.

I kick one boot between her feet, using my leg to shove them farther apart. I want to reach more of her. Want to show her exactly what she's done.

Julieanne's head drops back against the drywall, her eyes rolling closed as my fingers find her clit. "Oh thank God."

I drag my face against hers, my beard rubbing against her soft cheek as I press my lips to her ear. "It's too late to pray, Angel Face."

Her body starts to tremble, breath coming in short pants. Her soft thighs clench against my hand as I bringher right to the edge before pulling my hand away, leaving her hanging.

The sound she makes is filled with desperation and shock. I keep my knee wedged between her legs so she can't rub them together in an effort to come.

"Remember what I said, Julieanne. I'm a bad man." Using the hand that was between her thighs, I fight the front of my pants open, pulling my dick free. "After everything you’ve done, I shouldn't let you come at all."

"Vincent, please." She pulls at my coat, like she can drag me back where she wants me. "I need—" The words end on a squeak when I yank the crotch of her panties to one side, ripping them in the process, before dragging my cock up her slit, the slickness of her cunt nearly making me groan. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but for the first time in forever I’m out of control. Unable to talk myself down from the ledge.

And it's her fucking fault.

With one swift shove of my hips, I push into her, but it’s not nearly enough. I grip one of her legs behind the knee, lifting it high so I can sink deeper. She’s so wet I can hear her body sucking mine in. Feel the heat as her cunt engulfs me, squeezing me tight as I set a punishing pace. One that has her tits bouncing, straining against the low cut of her dress with each merciless thrust.

"I don't care what you need, Angel Face, because you didn't care what I needed." My hand is still at her throat, keeping her pinned in place as I slam into her. "I needed you to leave me alone, but you just wouldn't do it, would you?"

Julieanne sags against the wall, forcing me to grip the leg I’m holding tighter. “I did leave you alone.”

“Liar. You never left me alone.” My fingers sink into the softness of her thigh where it’s hooked against my hip. “You fucking haunted me every second of every hour of every fucking day.”

Julieanne’s hands flail around, releasing the front of my coat to grip at the shoulders instead. "Don't stop, Vincent. Don't stop. Don't stop."

I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. This building could fall down around my ears and I wouldn't fucking know it.

I haven't been with a woman in—fuck, I don't even know how long—and when Julieanne starts chanting my name, the tight clench of her cunt fluttering as she teeters on the edge, I can't hold back. Can't control the tingle building at the base of my spine. And when her body stiffens against mine, I'm gone, coming along with her, hips rocking with each pulse of heat that spurts from my cock. It feels so fucking good I swear I black out for a second.

But when the second is over, the reality of what I've done comes crashing down.

I should've never come here. I should have found another way. But I wanted to think I was better than this. Needed to prove to myself she didn't really have a hold on me.

But she does. And I can't let it continue.

Gritting my teeth, I pull my still half-hard cock from the welcome warmth of her body, shoving it into my pants before fastening the waistband. Letting her leg slide to the floor, I back away, struggling to take my eyes off her. The curve of her tits. The slightly dazed look on her face. The soaked fabric of the panties I just ruined in more ways than one.

I need to get out of here.

Like the coward I am, I turn and practically run for the same door I came in through. The cold wind is a welcome distraction as I go over the end of the balcony, quickly sliding back to the ground. I don't bother going to collect my gear from the hiding spot I intended to occupy most of the evening. I just go straight across the lot and into the apartment, slamming the door behind me.

What the fuck am I doing? What in the hell is happening to me?

For the first time, I let myself think maybe my team is right. Maybe all the things they've been whispering are true.

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