Page 213 of By His Play

No, she certainly has not. She wanted my dick too much to have turned to the other side.

“Who with?” I demand, my fists curling at my sides as I try to process this new information.

I fucked her last night.

I made her mine last night. I literally whispered it in her fucking ear.

At what point was she going to tell me that she’s dating someone?

When she gushed all over my fingers, or when I pushed her up against the window and made her come on my dick?

Heat surges through me, desire and anger colliding in one toxic mix that’s going to land me in trouble.

Walk away, a little voice screams.

Walk away before you say something you don’t mean.

“No one you know,” she says dismissively as she wakes her computer up and turns toward it as if I don’t deserve any of her time or attention.

Fury explodes and I step closer to her desk.

“Please can we do this another time? I’ve got calls to make.”

“Does he know?” I blurt, pressing my palms to her desk and leaning closer.

Her sweet scent hits me and my mouth waters as I remember how incredible she looked last night, naked and at my mercy.

“Know what?” she asks impatiently.

Leaning over her desk, I drop the tone of my voice and rasp, “That you’re my dirty whore.”

She’s on her feet in a heartbeat, her chair shooting out behind her and colliding with her bookcase.

“We’re done here,” she fumes. But while her eyes are narrowed and her lips pursed in anger, her eyes soften.

“Oh, Luck. We’ve barely started.”

“Kieran,” she warns as I stalk around her desk. “No. No,” she snaps as she twists around to stop me trapping her in the corner.

It hits me right in the dick.

“Does he know?” I demand, my voice a little harsher this time.

She glares at me, and her fire lights something inside me.

“Does he know that I let the entire city watch as I fucked you like the dirty whore you are last night?”

She shrieks as I surge closer and slam my palms down on the desk on either side of her hips.

“Kieran,” she warns, but there isn’t any strength behind it.

I stare her dead in the eyes, our breaths mingling.

“Tell me you didn’t want it,” I taunt. “Tell me that you didn’t enjoy every second of last night.”

She bites down on the inside of her lip.

I smirk.

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