Page 41 of The Way You Hurt Me

Willow twists around, tears on her lashes, her lips parted, and those eyes full of desire, hooded, demanding more.

Fuck this.

It was always going to be a matter of time. When, not how it would happen. Given a choice, I wouldn't have picked this seedy hotel, with cold bodies in the room and blood on the bed, but she made my control snap, and there's no going back.

I slip my hand between those creamy thighs, sinking into her drenched tightness.

"Is that what you wanted, petal?" I growl.

She throws her head back, gasping.

"When you told me you wanted me to join you. Is that what you were imagining?"

"Please!" she breathes.

"Do you believe begging was going to help today? Nothing you could have said, nothing you would have screamed mattered."

I don't think she understands the gravity of the situation, and I'm still seeing red. Spotting a gag among the handful of sex toys littered over the soiled bed, I snatch it, and secure it around her mouth.

"Especially since you had the foresight to bring this forstrangers."

It's only when I say the word, that I understand just what's behind my fury.

The fact that she chose strangers to share this part of herself, rather than someone safe.

Rather than me.

Holy fuck.

I'm jealous.

I didn't think it was possible for someone like me. Not only because I can have whoever I want, whenever I want, but because I love sharing my lovers. Showing them off. Letting the world see them, and understand that I am the one making them writhe with desire. I'm the one letting them ride their cocks. Sharing someone is the ultimate proof of control—the understanding that I can tell them to ride someone else's cock, and they would for me, is the most trusting, intimate thing I can have.

But I am jealous of anyone who Willow chose, because over the last two years, it hasn't been me.

Even this. I am taking. She's not giving herself to me.

That's the only reason why I let go, my hand twitching, dying totake.

Not like this.

It's strange to see that she's still fully dressed, except for the panties dangling down her knees. She's a mess, makeup all over her face, blonde wig askew, and she's never been more gorgeous to me.

I unclasp the gag, and step back.

"Gather your things. I'm taking you somewhere."

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WILLOW

At first, we drive in silence in the back of the Bentley. I can tell Dimitri's still seriously pissed, and frankly I'm still processing everything.

The terror, the helplessness. And then, after the shock of all of it...the elation.

It felt so, so, so good. So good I could have died happy right there. I know I was sobbing, but that was because I never wanted it to stop. I never thought it possible to feelthis much.

But it was just a spank. Just his hand, right there. He barely touched me. He just…stopped.

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