Page 11 of Virtue & Vengeance

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ZANDER

SHE FELT LIKE HEAVEN. Just as she felt the night before when I was inside of her.

She was magnetizing, pulling my body into hers even though my mind screamed for me to stop and control myself.

But there was no such thing as control where Eden Vaughn was concerned. The addict in me had tasted her ripeness, and he was dying for more.

One more sample.

One more hit.

One more chance to overdose on her.

“Why do you have to be so vulgar?” she asked, turning away from me.

She could say what she wanted. I could feel the shiver in her body at my closeness. I could see the tremble of her lips and the dilation in her eyes.

She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

And knowing that sent shockwaves through my body making my cock stand and salute her.

“You like it. You’re so fucking innocent, and it turns me on, but last night you were a dirty girl, angel.”

She wouldn’t look at me, keeping her head turned to the side and away from me. I wanted her eyes on me, caressing my face. It was pissing me off that she wouldn’t give me the satisfaction of looking me in the eye.

“Look at me, Eden,” I demanded.

Her jaw tightened. “No.”

No one ever told me no.

No one dared to.

Yet, somehow, when she denied me, it fueled something inside. There was an inferno of some unknown thing blazing inside of me all thanks to her.

“Why not?” I asked, sure the answer would only toss gasoline on the burn.

“Because I hate you right now.”

Hate.

It was only another passionate thing I wanted her to thrill me with.

Hate fucking was right up my alley.

“Why? Because I fucked you?”

She sighed in aggravation. “Again with that word. No, not because of the sex. It’s because after the sex you acted so cruel. Then you had the audacity to fire me. I gave you something I’ve never given anyone else, and what did you do in return? You took my job away from me. My security.”

“So you want your job back? Is that what you’re saying?”

What was I saying?

Would I give her, her job back?

Yes.

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