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“I’m not accepting a job to be your plaything.”

“Right, but you agreed to be my plaything to get the job,” he snapped back. “It was the best part of the interview.”

“Get the hell out!”

Tarek didn’t move. She crossed her arms with the same defiance and stood her ground.

“You made a mistake coming here. I don’t want your job or your dick. Get out before I throw you out!” She demanded. No matter what she did or didn’t do Tarek Marshall could never be allowed to think he was in charge. Not this way.

“Now,” she turned for the door and he grabbed her arm. He swung her to him and kissed her. The sudden violence shocked her at first. And then she snapped out of it. She fought for release and in the struggle they both went down hard to the ground. He landed on her. She winced. He tried to pin her there and drag down her boy-shorts. Was he going to force her? Was he crazy enough to think he could? No fucking way! No! She bucked beneath him and with a free hand hit him hard to the side of his throat and then his face. It was the punch against his temple that stunned him. He was weakened and she kneed near his groin to gain her escape. Kassidy couldn’t make it to the bedroom where she kept her gun. Lucky for him. So she went for the kitchen. He was after her. He was crazy. He was actually coming after her. She grabbed the carving knife on the counter and swung left in a half circle. The tip of the blade landed dead center to his chest with the precision of a martial artist. He was stopped in his tracks.

Kassidy panted in surprise. If he had been a few inches closer she would have stabbed him. In a flash he provoked violence from her. It almost felt if that was his intention. The moment when she could prove to him or anyone that if need be she could and would defend herself. And her reaction was just as dangerous. Instead of fear the rush of excitement had her smiling and narrow her eyes on him. They stared at each other, neither blinking or moving.

“I said get out Mr. Marshall. I think we have a misunderstanding. I don’t do anything by force. I offered you my services for your company. You can call 1-800-Fuck-A-Asshole to get your whore for your bed.”

His gaze left hers and landed on the knife between them.

“Do you understand what I’m saying? Touch me again when I don’t want you too and I will kill you.”

He grabbed her wrist, yanked her forward, and forced her to put the knife to his throat. Stunned she tried to pull the blade away. But Tarek was stronger. He kept the knife pressed to the bulging vein. His jaw went rigid with tension and his eyes darker than midnight. He dared her to go further. She pressed the knife to his throat to test his dare. All of her suffering and emotional pain from the past surfaced. She remembered standing at the gravesite for her family saying a goodbye, and then visiting Clarissa’s grave months later and being told of her death as well. She remembered it all, and who was responsible. The Marshalls.

Tarek tightened his grip on her wrist. In doing so the sharp edge of the blade cut a diagonal line near his jugular. Blood surfaced as the skin thinly split.

“Tarek? Stop it. Damnit. Don’t make me hurt you.”

He yanked down her boy-shorts. Pulled them out of her snatch and the cheeks of her ass. He forced her to the counter. His dark eyes remained locked on hers and blood trickled to his collar. She felt her thighs part. She pressed the knife to his throat harder and renewed her warning. She knew she hurt him, she knew she continued to cut him and the adrenaline fueling the pumping of blood into her heart became more potent.

Tarek didn’t flinch. He undid his belt and his zipper. His face leaned in and she leaned back. In doing so her pelvis pushed up against his and he drove his dick inside of her. Kassidy gasped and her lips trembled. One of her favorite parts of sex was the first entry. Either from the front or the back she liked it. When a woman was tight with tension and her lover eased inside of her after a single thrust. That breech of body and soul stretching her, causing the walls of her pussy to throb, tighten and release with voluntary harmony. For a brief second his heart would be in sync with hers. Their hearts would beat in unison before either of them moved. It was an intoxicating fit. And for Kassidy, it would become as dangerously addictive as a needle into a junkie’s arm for the very first time.

The knife fell away from her fingers and his throat. She heard it clank to the floor. She hitched her leg up and around his waist. He dropped his forehead to hers and fucked her. Thrust. Bang. Slam. An in and out of her that set to a stop and repeat cycle, which caused her body to jerk and move in response. She grabbed his shoulder with one hand and the front of his shirt with the other for balance.

He kept plowing into her.

The rapid succession made her tits bounce which was hard to do in her sports bra.

He drilled in and out of her.

Half of her ass was on the granite counter, the other half off, causing a scrape of the edge, a friction that both stung and burned with satisfaction. Her feet were raised from the ground. It was nothing compared to the deliverance from his hammering of his cock. She held the front of his shirt. She licked his mouth and licked his tongue before she forced her own down his throat. She bounced on his cock from her raised position. He kept going and grunting. She parted her legs as much as she could to make him go further. Before she knew to name her emotion she climaxed and he instinctively knew he had permission to release. And he did so inside of her.

Kassidy froze in shock over her actions. The stakes were raised higher. No risk, no reward. She made a deadly mistake and her heart surged with excitement. Tarek remained still as a statue. Was he in equal shock over their wicked actions. Or as confused as she was by reasons why they felt the need to go so far with each other. He kept her pinned that way for what went on for eternity. And yes that delicious throb she savored of his dick pulsing inside of her lasted a moment longer, before his flaccid cock slipped out of her. This was different. She’d done something bad. She’d showed him how easy it was for her to lose control.

Kassidy shuddered with remorse for her weakness.

Tarek stepped back as if unplugged from an electric socket. He looked a bit drained as well. She lowered her legs and covered her sex with her hand. She looked to the blood on his neck.

He noticed the way she stared. Was he cut deeply, she wanted to see. Tarek touched the wound on his neck as if just becoming conscious of the pain. He drew away three fingers covered in blood and then snatched a paper towel off a roll.

“Get dressed,” he barked and didn’t look at her. “Pack for a week. Clothes for the winter. We’re headed to Deadhorse.”

“Alaska?” she asked.

He stopped and looked back at her with surprise that she knew the place. And she shouldn’t have. It’s not a place many would know. It sounded like a town out of a bad Western. But she knew everything about the Marshalls. And that wasn’t Daniel. That was years of watching and waiting to get close to him. To hurt him, like he hurt so many others.

“I’ll wait for you in the limo.”

4.

The driver stood at the back of his car with the trunk open. Kassidy locked her door and rolled her luggage over to the car. She removed her phone and sent the only text she could.

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