Page 67 of Endgame
“I won’t call 9-1-1. I’ll let this whole place burn to the ground, then fuck my fist and come all over your remains.” He’s coming at me with everything he’s got, but for all his bravado, it sounds like an empty threat. “You’d be a mess of charred bones and cum.”
“You’re disgusting.” I shiver. I heat up despite the horrible images Everett plants in my head.
Hating myself and him, I take the butt plug out—ouch—and move back, then throw it against the door.
“And you’re a brat.” Through the barrier between us, I hear him sucking in a sharp breath. I imagine his large shoulders tensing. His jaw ticking. “Five. Four.”
My thong was soaked when I pulled out the butt plug. Shamefully, I wipe my wet, quivering hand over my dress.
“Three.”
No, no. I won’t let him in here. He’s in the worst mood.
My first time won’t be like this. With a man who hates me.
“Two.”
Tears brim in my eyes. Streak across my cheeks.
He’ll get in if he wants to, the man who’s more of a monster.
“No.” I stand here, shuddering and turned on. “No.”
“One.”
Deflated, I shove the chair aside, the scrape of wood on wood loud in the silence.
A moment later, Everett presses the handle down and pushes the door in.
Watching a rabid lion waiting in the doorway would’ve been a lot less scary than this. My heart lurches up to my throat.
My face goes completely numb.
I was right. His jaw does tic.
His lips are white, pressed together so tightly.
His tux jacket is gone. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up, exposing strong forearms. Vivid tattoos.
Furious, pumping veins.
“I opened the door.” This last Hail Mary is me trying to talk sense into him.
“The first time I asked?”
“N-no.” A step back makes no difference.
There could be a hundred miles between us, and Everett would be just as powerful. As formidable. As determined to hurt me.
To take me.
His gaze cuts to the floor, to where I dropped the butt plug. It’s used. Pathetic. Just like I’ll be after tonight.
My stomach twists, humiliation burning across my skin as he picks it up by the clean end and gives it a quick look.
Then he tosses it aside and straightens to his full height.
“Please.” My thighs press together at how arousing this is.
