Page 8 of The Last Call
“If you’re going to rape me, then get it over with. If not, then just get the hell out of here.”
Now I’m more pissed than she is. How can someone so delicate be powerful enough to enrage a man like me. “God damn, Sydney.”
“You wouldn’t be the first and you probably won’t be the last so stop thinking you’re anyone different or special because you’re not.”
Motherfucker. She doesn’t know when the fuck to stop.
“You’re just like the rest of them. One in a very long line of many. So believe me when I tell you, I’ll never be yours.”
Enough. I smack my palm over her beautiful mouth to stop the hideous words she spews at me. Relishing how huge my hand looks wrapped around her slim jaw. Enjoying how easily I can control her. My fingers tangle in her tumbled chignon, cupping the back of her head with a ferocity that lifts her off her feet. Fuck if I’m not hard again from her dangling at my mercy. “Too late. You already are.”
I guess I’ve stunned her with my actions and my words. Suspended from my strength and fury, she swings without reaction. Until I instigate one because I love the battle. “You’re fucking glorious when you fight me, and you and I are going to have a lot of fights. So believe me when I tell you, Iamgoing to fuck you.”
Fire roars to life in her eyes again when I throw her own words back at her. Short burgundy nails claw at my wrist and dainty feet kick toward my shins. Better than I hoped with her robe slipping open from her rage, giving me the perfect view of her magnificent body barely hidden only by some sheer lingerie.
“Boss? They found Zeke.”
Damn. She stills from my best enforcer’s voice behind me. Reminding me of the other concern weighing on me. Her immense jade eyes flick to Reid. As much as I want to do this all night with her, I’ve got to sacrifice my pleasure for Zeke’s punishment. At least for now. I jerk my head toward the damage I caused. “Get someone up here to fix that and put a guard on her until it’s done.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her gaze returns to me, and I can’t help but smile. Although I’m pissed as hell about the interruption and the need to jet, I still have to have one last look. Jesus, she takes my fucking breath away. Holding her for a second after I lower her to the carpet, I ensure she’s steady on her feet before leaning down to nuzzle her neck. Damn, she smells good. “I want to see you tomorrow. Don’t leave this apartment until you hear from me.”
A chuckle bubbles in my mouth from her bewildered expression. I’ve shocked her speechless for the first time since I met her. Brushing a kiss on her smooth, warm cheek, I give her shoulder one last caress. Making me surprisingly happy even on my way to kill that bastard.
And just like that, he’s gone. Before I get the opportunity to tell him to fuck off or call the police or smack his beautiful, smug face. He saunters past the proof of his impatience and strides down the hallway. Without an ounce of remorse or regret.
Unbelievable.
I slam what’s left of the door behind him. Pointless since he’s already in the elevator and probably can’t hear the crash anyway, but I don’t care. I refuse to let him destroy my home. Or at least think I’m going to allow him to so easily.
I pick up my gun with shaking hands. Careful not to touch his stuff. That I should toss out the window. Throw all of his cash and expensive possessions into the street for any random person to grab. So he could get exactly what he deserves. But I’m not that stupid. Angry and confused but not a complete idiot. I know who he is and what he does. I don’t want any more of his wrath. I just want to be left alone.
A sharp ping signaling the arrival of the elevator chimes from the hallway again. Hating myself for looking, I peek anyway. Not Julius, thank god. One of his goons, I assume from his broad body, definitive stance, and the enormous weapon strapped on his waist that makes mine look like a toy. All I receive is a curt nod when our eyes meet. I appreciate the protection even though there shouldn’t be any need for protection at all if it wasn’t for that asshole.
Heat flames in my chest from the realization, and I race into the kitchen and grab a plastic storage bag. I can’t even stand for his things to be in here. Unwilling to have any more reminders of him visible. I shove everything into the Ziploc, not caring if the broad face of his expensive watch gets scratched, and march out to the bodyguard who watches me with disinterest. Just like the first one. Who did absolutely nothing to help me while his boss manhandled me. Zero concern I was at the mobster’s mercy suspended from his hands like a rag doll. Bunch of psychos. “Tell Julius I don’t want him or his bribes.”
He smothers a burgeoning grin but accepts the baggie without any comment. Smart ass or otherwise. Good. Then this is over. With him. With Julius. With all of them.
Back inside, I head for the bathroom and ignore my still trembling fingers as I twist the knob and flip up the drain latch. Saturating the air with sweet flowers as the rich, lavender liquid swirls in the hot water. Bubbles cover my body as I slide lower and lay my head back on the thick pillow. Willing my body to relax. My heart to slow. My mind to quiet.
Impossible.
Because we’re fools. Both of us are damn fools. Him for trying to seduce me. Me for enjoying him trying.
Furious at him just as much as myself for liking his force too much. A surreal sensation to be weightless and under his power. Yet, I didn’t feel scared. Not then. Not now. For the first time, in a really long time, I feel a little more free. Someone else helps hold the burden I carry. Deciding when he set me down. Choosing when I was allowed to move.
I should’ve been terrified of his words and his actions. He could’ve easily snapped my neck or tossed me across the room. Yet he didn’t. Somehow, even in that terrifying moment, I knew that he wouldn’t. Despite all the danger churning around him, he doesn’t seem like the kind of man to purposefully assault a woman.
Proven by the concern that lined his face when I accused of doing so. Of the fury darkening his face from my accusation and what he inferred from my allegation. Ready to defend my honor. Of which I don’t have any. Probably never did.
But I’m well aware my reprieve is just an illusion. Attraction that feels this good can’t be real. Can’t be genuine. Can’t ever last. This is just two crazy, intense people caught up in an argument that should never have happened in the first place.
I hate him for making me feel things I know can’t ever be true. I hate myself for being such a bitch. For letting my emotions get to me. For lettinghimget to me.
Although I liked shocking him, I was wrong to lie. I know better. I’ve lived the truth and know how devastating reality is.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
