Page 89 of Cuffed By Love

Well,fuck me.

I stare down at the text I just got from Mira, and when I say my dick almost exploded, know it's not an exaggeration. My cock sprang to life quicker than I could blink. I can tell you now that’s never happened before.

I lean back in my chair and deliberate if I should ignore the suggestive text or reply back with exactly what’s on my mind. Fuck, just the thought of her being wet is enough to make me want to go barrelling into her office, spread her out on that desk and drink up her girl cum. I text her back exactly that and pace back and forth anxiously in my office, waiting for her reply.

When her reply doesn’t come, I walk out of my office toward hers. “Molly, push back the editors meeting by an hour.” Molly eyeballs me as I stride past her, mouth ajar and leans over to watch me push the wooden door open to Mira’s office, not even bothering to knock.

When I walk in, Mira is pacing back and forth, her phone in her hand. When she looks at me, her eyes grow wide, and I can already see her cheeks are aflame.

I close the door, my eyes never leaving hers. She gulps when I take a step toward her and retreats until her arse hits her desk, and I close in on her.

“Dev.” She squeaks, gripping the edge of the wooden desk so tight her knuckles go white.

“What are you trying to do to me, Mira?”

“Dev, I…”

“You what?” I growl lowly, staring at her mouth then dragging my eyes up to hers. “Are you testing my patience? Because it’s wearing dangerously thin.” I bite my lip hard and grip her waist tight with one hand, and I press the other on the desk as I lean in closer. “I’m losing the battle with myself. I’m critically close to giving into temptation and fucking your brains out.” Mira draws in a sharp breath at my proclamation.

Those big golden eyes radiating a mixture of desire and ambiguity. “If we weren’t at the office right now, I would have given you something to be wet about.” I groan, lifting her hand and pressing it against my erection. “Look what you’ve done to me.” I moan, grinding against her palm. Mira’s eyes close, and she swallows hard.

“Dev, God, I’m sorry that text wasn’t meant for you.” She whispers, opening her eyes to look at me when I pull back a little.

“Who was it meant for then?” I hiss, already dreading the answer. I clench my jaw tight when her gaze turns apologetic. “Don’t fucking say it was for Levi.”

Mira looks at me, startled, her face and neck flushed. “How did you…” She closes her eyes and licks her lips before continuing. “I was supposed to text him, and I got distracted and accidentally sent it to you instead. I’m so sorry.”

I step away from her; the sexual frustration I was feeling earlier now turned into absolute rage. “You’re sleeping with my brother.”

“No, we—”

“Don’t lie to me!”

Mira jumps at my sudden outburst and shrinks back under my glare. “I’m not lying to you. We’re just friends.”

I narrow my eyes at her and take a step toward her. “Friends?” I grit hotly. “Friends don’t kiss and sext with each other, Mira!”

“Will you keep your voice down.” She whispers furiously, placing her hand on my chest to push me back, but I don’t budge. “How the hell do you know about us kissing? What are you spying on me now?”

I laugh angrily at her accusation. “It’s hard to miss when you’re doing it out in the open. I saw you in the car park last night, pressed up against your car, looking very ‘friendly’. It doesn’t take a fucking genius to put two and two together with the way he looks at you or touches you when he thinks no one is watching.” I fume. Mira pushes me back and steps away from her desk, pacing back and forth, her fingers tangled in her hair.

“That’s why you were pissed off yesterday. If you knew, why didn’t you say something?” Mira asks furiously when she turns to face me again.

“I was waiting for you to tell me!”

Mira snatches up her phone and purse off her desk and shakes her head. “What are you, my fucking keeper? What I do and who I do it with is my business.” She carps, barging past me toward the door. I grab hold of her arm and pull her back to me. She lifts her fiery gaze to mine and raises a brow—the anger simmering in those eyes made my groin tighten.

“Is that right? Is that why you kissed me?” I hiss and look over her flushed face. Mira blanches. “So much for the two of you being just friends. Does my brother know that I fucked you first?” I snarl, my smouldering gaze fixed on hers that almost instantly fill with tears at my statement. I could feel the vein in my neck throbbing with my growing agitation. Every bit of colour drains away from Mira’s face, and she yanks her arm out my hold and slaps me hard across the face.

“Because that’s all I ever was to you, right Dev. A meaningless fuck.” Mira utters dejectedly, the hurt lacing her tone matched the one in those deep honey-coloured eyes I love. And it hurt. It felt like someone sucker punched me right in the gut. Is that really what she thought? The remorse I felt after uttering those words hit me like a tidal wave. I regretted it before the words even left my lips.

I turn to look at her, the cheek she slapped stung, but that was nothing compared to the devastated look in her eyes…that scalded my very soul. I shake my head and go to take a step toward her, but she retreats. “Is that really what you think, Mira?”

A tear rolls down her cheek, and she hastily brushes it away and veers her woeful gaze from mine. “It’s doesn’t matter what I thought. It’s how you made me feel.” Mira declares stiffly. “I trusted you. I gave myself to you, and you used me. You took what you wanted and discarded me like a worthless toy that was of no use to you anymore.”

My jaw tightens, and I shake my head, reaching for her. “Mira, you—”

“Don’t!” She lifts her hand and backs away with a sullen shake of her head. “I don’t want to hear it. What happened between us was a mistake, and if you think for a second that just because you ‘fucked’ me nine years ago that it gives you some sort of right over me, you’re sorely mistaken. Our friendship ended that morning when you shamefully crawled out of my bed without a word. I’ll date and sleep with whoever the fuck I want. I don’t owe you a goddamn thing.”

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