Page 79 of Dirty Eoin

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

JAINE

Jaine’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York

“What if Idon’t want to give you everything?” I walk backward until I connect with the wall.

“We both know you’ll give it to me willingly.”

“I was to decide if and when the marriage was ever to be consummated. Not you.” My argument is weak.

He smirks. “Then tell me to stop, wife… if you can.”

He crosses the room like a panther readying to pounce on its prey, his eyes darkening as they drop to my already pebbled nipples. He’s deliberately showed up wearing clothes designed to best display a mouth-watering physique that he clearly works very hard on.

He wants me to admire him.

And I can’t seem to stop myself from doing just that.

And he’s right. He and I both know that with minimal effort, he’ll have me begging him to take everything and anything he wants.

Smug asshole.

I take in that full bottom lip of his on that model-like face. It’s no longer bruised. No longer marked. I want to bite it. Claim it all over again. I want to cause him pain.

I want to make him fucking bleed.

Then I want his bloody lips on my skin. Marking it. Staining it. Along with his teeth and tongue.

I hate that I want him.

My eyes rise to meet his as the room becomes suffocating.

He’s staring down at me like he wants to eat me alive.

I hate that I like him looking at me like that.

His lips hover over mine, and his breath feels like it’s sucking the life out of me. I stare at his mouth, then drown in his gaze. Over and over, my eyes flick from one to the other.

I lick my lips, and his eyes drop.

“If we’re doing this, then you’re finishing things with Molly. You’re not fucking me while you’re fucking her.”

He stares down at me, his eyes narrowing. “You’re in no position to negotiate, Mrs. O’Connell. I think we both know you won’t be able to deny me.”

“My pussy. My rules. You end things with her or this doesn’t happen. Not ever. Do we have a deal or don’t we?”

“It’s not that simple.” He exhales.

“It is that simple. Let me make one thing clear. I play second fiddle to no one. Do. We. Have. A. Deal?”

There’s a pause. Is he going to decline? He’s already made Molly a verbal promise since she supposedly saved his life.

“Demanding, evil woman,” he whispers as his thumb drags roughly across my bottom lip.

I push his hand away. “Is that a yes?”

Have I done enough? If he says no, I’m fucked because he’s right. My betraying body won’t deny him and it will then all have been for nothing.

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