Page 21 of Sky High Obsession

Zach lay on his back, his chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, his eyes squeezed shut.

Finally, he rolled upright.His face was taut with restrained emotion, his nostrils flaring wide as he breathed.The anguish and fierce arousal stamped so severely on his face made her breath catch.His eyes snapped open.Dark, turbulent orbs zeroed in on her, fixing her with that unwavering focus, which had never ceased to unnerve her since their first meeting.

“You will come back to me, Bethany.”

She shook her head fiercely, holding on to her pain and reminding herself why she couldn’t give in to his iron will.He didn’t love her.He loved someone else.Adeadsomeone else.

“Yes, you will.I won’t stop trying until you do,” he continued harshly.“And then do you know what’s going to happen?”

The aggression in his voice sent a tremor of apprehension up her spine.“What are you going to do, Zach?”she dared him.

His teeth bared in a parody of a smile.“I’m going to punish you for what you’re doing to us.I’m going to fuck you raw for days.Until your vocal cords stop working from screaming for mercy.And you know what?I won’t stop.Because every day you keep us apart, every minute you maintain this distance, I get a little bit crazier, a little bit more out-of-my-fucking-head insane from craving you.And you will pay, Bethany.Dearly.Take a few minutes.Think about that, and assess how much you want this thing to drag on.I’m not going anywhere.Now, where’s your bathroom?”

“My bathroom?”

He looked down at his crotch and back at her, one wry eyebrow lifted.“I blew my load watching you finger fuck that tight, sweet cunt.I’m a fucking mess right now.”

There was no hint of embarrassment in his voice.Not a single shred of it.He rose off the floor with a litheness that was beautiful to watch.He took a step toward the bed and raked her naked body with those hot, lethal eyes of his.They burned even hotter when they rested between her legs.The evidence of her climax was pretty hard to miss.Hell, she was drenched with it.

“The cunt that belongs to me.That’s something else you’ll have to pay for, by the way.Bathroom?”

With a shaky hand, she pointed to the closed door to the left of her bedroom.He stepped back from the foot of her bed, his gaze still lingering on her sex.When his eyes finally rose to hers, the condemnation and hunger in the grey depths stopped her breath.

He whirled away, one hand spearing through his hair as he strode to the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Bethany collapsed back onto the bed, her breath rushing in and out of her in huge, desperate gulps.

She’d wanted to make him suffer.And she had.But by taunting him with what he’d wanted most, she’d jerked the tail of the tiger.Zachary Savage knew he was in the wrong.He knew he had hurt her—continued to hurt her with his silence.A small part of her even admitted to admiring him for owning up to the fact that he had wronged her.But she had also used the most dangerous weapon of punishment she could think of, to show him how badly she was torn apart by the huge issue they grappled with.

How could she crave him like this when he might possibly have committed the most heinous of crimes?

She clasped her hands over her face and shuddered as she recalled him writhing on her floor.Hell, she’d reduced a proud and sexually dominant man to coming in his pants like a hormonal teenager.

A horrific little giggle escaped her throat.She clamped her mouth shut when she heard the door opening.He walked in as she was pulling the sheet over her body.

“The shower’s all yours,” he said.“When you slide that soap all over your hot little body, remember who it belongs to.And who will be claiming it again, very soon.”

He walked over and stared down at her.His eyes were inscrutable, as if he’d washed away every single expression when he’d used the bathroom.

Slowly, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he murmured.

Then he walked out.

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She slept heavy and dreamless through the night, not waking until her alarm blared at eight.Slamming her hand over it, she rolled over in bed and was immediately drenched in vivid memory.

God.What had she done?Heat raced up her neck and into her face as she recalled her brazen, incredibly dangerous behavior.A part of her remained stunned Zach hadn’t annihilated her.He’d been well beyond the boundaries of his endurance.

And for a man who craved sex as much as Zach did, to not take what was so temptingly and brazenly displayed in front of him… She shuddered as she recalled him losing it on her floor.

She’d tried to use sex to reach him once.Back in Marrakech, she’d thought the better of it.But last night, she’d been too far gone to think things through properly.

Did she regret it now?

She shut her eyes and admitted that guilt wasn’t paramount.But what she’d done had created a ticking time bomb of gnawing hunger in both of them.

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