I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with him forever but we needed time apart. Maybe it would do us good.
After our fight, we made love but it felt distant, like we weren’t in sync or our heads weren’t really in it. I didn’t feel connected to him on that level that I had grown so used to every time we touched. The delicious passion that surrounded us, like we couldn’t get enough of each other, wasn’t there. Yes, it felt good but it wasn’t enough.
I pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and grabbed my overnight bag before quietly leaving Brett’s room. I closed the door behind me and walked down the dark hallway noticing a light coming through the bottom of his office door. My heart raced with each step. If he caught me leaving, he would be pissed.
Slipping on my flats, I turned and looked at the vast room of his apartment. My stomach fluttered. This place had been a part of me for weeks. I sighed and placed a hand on the door knob just as the hairs on the back of my neck tingled. Shit.
“Where the hell are you going, Evvie?”
My back bristled at the harsh tone in Brett’s deep voice. I slowly turned to him and leaned against the door. His black tie was loose around his neck, the buttons of the white dress shirt undone at the top. The vee of the cotton delved deep into a hard chest that I had my hands on just hours before. God, he was beautiful.
“Evvie, answer me,” he demanded.
My core pulsed at his command and I shook myself. “I’m going home,” I mumbled.
His eye brow rose. “At three o’clock in the morning?”
Crap. I let out a frustrated sigh and with a shaky hand, ran it through my hair. I needed to get away. To run but his dark stare held me captive. It backed me into the corner as I waited.
“What are you running from this time, lover?” he asked, taking a step towards me.
I frowned. “I’m not running.”
“Do not fucking lie to me. I know you well enough to know that whenever you get upset, you run. You always fucking run, Evvie.”
The air around us crackled, like a magnetic force was pulling us together. It was so strong, I had to hold myself back from throwing my body into his arms. He did this to me. He made it so I couldn’t concentrate. I loved him. With all of my heart but he made me lose myself.
“Talk to me,” he said softly.
I dropped my bag and walked into the living room, pacing back and forth. “I feel like there’s something off between us,” I admitted without meeting his gaze.
“Go on.”
I took a breath and continued. “After our fight last night, things felt different. It wasn’t…raw, passionate.” I stopped in my tracks and looked at him. “Desperate,” I whispered.
His gaze darkened. “I could feel you slipping away from me,” he said, closing the distance between us. He cupped my cheek, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “I know a part of you doesn’t trust me.”
I shook my head and opened my mouth to deny it when warm lips covered mine. It was a tender kiss. The softest he’s ever given me and it broke my heart. Tears burned my eyes and I forced them back, swallowing past the hard lump in my throat.
He lifted his head, a soft smile splaying on his handsome face. “I want to work through this but we can’t if you keep running away.”
“I’m not—”
His hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my head back.
I gasped, my body heating at the rough hold. The tender sweet moment passed as a roar of lust filled his dark gaze.
“I know we have our issues. I know we both have shit to work through when it comes to trust but I’m really fucking done with you lying to me,” he said, his voice firm. His jaw clenched as he forced me to take a step back. “Now, you want raw? Passion? You want me to show you how fucking desperate I am for you and only you?”
I swallowed and grabbed onto his hand that still had my head in a firm hold. “Brett,” was all I could get out. My body ached for him. Needing him inside of me at that very moment. This is what I was used to. What I wanted from him. Making love was one thing but what was it without the connection? I needed him to control me. Show me exactly what he wanted from me.
“Tell me,” he growled, pushing me up against the patio door.
My heart fluttered, memories of our first time reigning full force in my mind. He was passionate then but now, weeks later, he consumed me.
He brushed his nose up the side of my neck and inhaled. “Tell. Me.”
My eyes fluttered closed. “I need you.”
“Where?” he asked, nipping my ear lobe.
“Inside me,” I croaked out.
“Why?” He ground his hips against mine, his growing erection pressing into my lower stomach.
I licked my dry lips. “Because you make me feel good.”
“What do you want me to do, lover?” he husked, circling his pelvis.
“I…” I bit back a moan as he sucked on my bottom lip.
“Tell me.”
“Fuck me,” I breathed.
“How?”
Oh God. “Brett, I need you hard. I need you to control me.”
“You like it when I control your body, lover?” he purred, breathing slow and deep.
Words froze on my tongue as he pinned me against the wall.
“You enjoy the way I control how your pussy drips, how it aches and throbs, begging for my dick.” He leaned down, placing kisses along my jaw line.
I arched against him and gasped when the kisses turned to bites. The delicious pain turned into pleasure as electric jolts shot straight to my groin.
“Hmm…I can still smell me on you,” he whispered against my neck.
This is the Brett I wanted.
“What else do you want from me, lover?” he asked, cupping my ass in a firm, almost painful grip.
I grabbed onto the waistband of his black pants and pulled him tighter against me. Never getting close enough. “I need the real you. The raw, possessive lover that I had the first night.”
He lifted his head and stared down at me. “Oh Evvie.” A wicked grin flashed on his face.
I licked my dry lips. “What?”
“I’m way more possessive now since falling in love with you.”
“Then show me. Give me you. The real you,” I demanded.
His brows furrowed. “I have been.”
I shook my head. “You didn’t last night.”
“Neither did you.”
“That’s because I thought you cheated on me,” I blurted.
He let go of me and took a step back, his eyes darkening with fury. “How many times do I have to say that the pictures were taken before you?” he asked, his tone calm and even.
My heart beat hard. God, what the hell was wrong with me? “Brett, I’m sorry. I just—”
He spun on me. “No. You don’t fucking trust me. Just admit it, Evvie.”
“I…I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t have to. I can see it in your eyes.” He shook his head. “God, I’m such a fucking moron.”
I took a step towards him. “You don’t trust me either,” I whispered.
His head whipped around to mine, his cheeks flush with rage. “I told you. I don’t trust other men. I know how they think. They don’t care if the woman is single or not but you, you don’t trust me. Me, Evvie. Do you know how much that fucking kills me?”
A lump formed in my throat at the hurt in his voice. I had no idea but it wasn’t him that I didn’t trust. “I don’t trust Claire.”
“Do not fucking bring her into this,” he yelled.
My back stiffened. “It’s true. I don’t trust her but I do trust you. I know you love me. I know you would never cheat on me.”
“Then I’m going to ask the same question you did last night. What the fuck are we doing then?” he snapped, his nostrils flaring.
My chest rose and fell, my heart thumping against my ribs. We stood there and stared at each other. As time passed, the anger and tension grew thick, strong as unsaid
words of pleading flew around us.
My chest was tight, anxiety swimming around in my belly. I needed to leave.
I looked away and walked by Brett when he grabbed my arm and spun me to him. My hands landed on his chest as his mouth crashed to mine in a hard bruising kiss.
My lips parted of their own accord, letting him in to devour and control my mouth.
All too soon, he let me go, panting and trembling before him.
The air shifted around us, snapping with unadulterated lust.
I took a step back, my lips tingling from the rough kiss. My body ached, needing him on a level that left me shaking.
Brett’s nostrils flared and he leaned his head from side to side, the sounds of the tendons in his neck cracking. “Lover?”
I swallowed hard at the deep husk of his voice. “Yes?”
A wicked smile spread on his face. “If you’re going to leave, do it now.”
I backed up against the wall, my heart thumping hard. This would be intense. Raw. Real. What I needed from him. A nagging part of me was telling me something wasn’t right, that this wouldn’t end well but I shook it off. Ignoring the voice deep inside of me.
He started unbuckling his belt and pulled it out of the loops with a snap.
My core pulsed at the sound echoing around us.
“Once I catch you and lover, I will catch you, I’m gonna split that pussy wide with my thick cock.” He took a step towards me. “I’m going to fuck you rough, giving you me, just like you asked.”
A hot shiver ran down my back as I sidestepped around the couch, keeping my gaze locked with his.
He raised an eyebrow. “Evvie?”
I licked my lips. “Yeah?”
He smirked, his strong fingers unbuttoning his shirt. “Run. Now.”
I made a mad dash down the hall when a heavy body crashed into mine, slamming me up against the wall. I never had a chance.
My head was pulled back making me gasp.
Brett wrapped his hand around my throat, breathing against my neck as he pressed his hard lower body into mine.
My core clenched, desire unfurling deep in the pit of my belly. My body throbbed, aching for him as he ground his hips against my ass.
I reached behind me and cupped his erection, squeezing hard.
A growl escaped his lips as he bucked in my hand and pushed me back up against the wall.
He ran a hand up my hip, grinding his pelvis into me.
I panted, my heart racing at the feel of his hard body surrounding me. My core clenched, liquid heat seeping between my thighs.
A zipper lowered, sending my heart pounding on overdrive. I tilted my hips, waiting, ready for him.
Brett moved my shorts to the side and plunged into me so hard, my body lifted into the air.
I swallowed a gasp. His swollen cock filled me, pulsing inside of me as he pushed to the point of uncomfortable. He lifted me higher into the air, the pain turning into a delicious roar as he held me suspended.
“You wanted raw. Real. Me,” he growled before lowering my feet to the floor.
I nodded, slapping my hands against the wall as he slowly pulled out of me. “Please.”
He gripped my hips, his thumbs moving to the folds of my pussy. He spread me open as he thrust into me hard. “Feel me fuck your hot pussy.”
“I feel you everywhere.” I whimpered, my body shaking during each rough impact.
He pushed his cock deep, filling me before he pulled out completely and took a step back.
My sex pulsed, throbbing as if he was still inside me. I looked over my shoulder and watched him wrap a hand around his length. His white shirt was unbuttoned revealing the chiseled torso of his hard body. A treasure trail of brown hair delved deep between his powerful thighs that made my mouth water.
“Take off your shorts and bend over.” His gaze met mine. “I want to see how wet your cunt is.”
I took a breath, and did what I was told, placing a hand on the wall. I jumped as a finger ran over my core, reaching the tight opening in my rear. A moan escaped my lips as Brett rubbed the puckered area.
He licked his thumb and pushed it through the barrier before slamming his cock into my pussy at the same time. He was deep and I felt him everywhere as he used my body for pleasure.
The area between my cheeks burned with delicious pain as he pumped into me.
He pushed his thumb deeper, matching the rough movements of his length.
I whimpered, shaking around him as a tingle spread through my body.
“Come on my dick, lover. Give me your orgasm,” he demanded.
The hard deep strokes of his length mixed with the pumps of his thumb made an explosion of ecstasy burst from the pit of my being. I screamed, pulsing and shaking around him as he sped up his hips.
“That’s it. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he husked, gripping my hips. He pushed into me hard, lifting me onto the balls of my feet.
I slapped the wall and gasped. I could feel him to my womb. Deep in my core. My body stretched for his size, squeezing him in a vise-like grip as he fucked me hard.
Brett gripped my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh like he couldn’t get enough.
I could feel his cock swell inside of me.
“Come, lover. I want you with me,” he husked tightening his hold on me as he continued to pump into my waiting heat.
My skin hummed. “Faster.”
“Fuck. Me,” he growled. His fingers squeezed.
Hot pain erupted through my body that set off an unexpected explosion deep inside of me. The orgasm was so hard, my legs shook, giving out beneath me.
Brett wrapped an arm around my middle, catching me before I fell. His hot breath was on my neck, heating my skin as he bit my shoulder.
Another wave of ecstasy rolled through me. I moaned his name as he pumped into me one last time. He came hard on a growl, filling me with his warmth. Knowing my body was making him feel that good set off another explosion deep inside of me.
Brett released me and lifted me over his shoulder.
I squealed as he brought me to his bedroom, his hand caressing my ass before giving a hard swat. A sharp pain spread through my body, heating my skin. A small moan escaped my lips when he dropped me onto the bed and crawled between my knees.
He gripped my hips and pulled me under him. “I love you. I will fight for you. When I stop fighting, that’s when you should be worried, Evvie.”
***
A few nights later, I was home watching movies with Ethan and Kane when Brett walked into my apartment. He looked forlorn, his expression blank as he headed down the hall.
I looked between Ethan and Kane and shrugged before rising to my feet.
“What the hell is his problem?” Ethan mumbled.
“Evvie.”
I met Kane’s gaze.
His eyes softened, his jaw tense. “Careful.”
I frowned, confusion coursing through me and nodded. I met Brett in my bedroom, catching him pacing across the room. Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it and waited.
He slipped his hands into his pockets, his posture going stiff. He fidgeted, looking uneasy as he walked back and forth across my room.
“Brett?” I asked, bracing myself for his reaction.
His blue gaze met mine before he closed the distance between us and crashed his mouth to mine. The kiss was hard, bruising as he shoved his tongue between my lips.
My hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him tight against me.
He released me, leaning his forehead against mine, small bursts of air leaving his full lips.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my heart racing hard.
“It’s my fault. My fucking fault,” he mumbled.
I frowned. “What’s your fault?”
He shook his head. “I am so fucking sorry.”
My stomach clenched. “Why are you sorry?”
He grabbed my hands and kissed my knuckles before placing a soft peck on my m
outh. “Just know that I’m sorry.”
“Talk to me.”
“I love you. I will always love you. I love every piece of you. You are the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.”
A lump formed in my throat at the desperation in his voice. “Why does this sound like goodbye?”
His mouth was set in a grim line as he cupped my face, staring intently into my eyes like he was memorizing me.
I grasped his wrists. “You’re scaring me. What happened?”
He took a breath before placing a hard kiss on my mouth. “I’m breaking up with you.”
I gasped. “Excuse me?”
He let go of me and reached for the doorknob but I stepped in front of it. There was no way I was letting him go without some sort of explanation.
“Move,” he said, his voice firm.
“No. What the hell is going on, Brett?” I demanded, gripping his shirt.
He looked away. “I think we should see other people.”
I shook my head. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Why? I love you. You love me. Why would we see other people?”
He let out a heavy breath and pinned me with his hard cold stare. “I cheated on you. Those pictures? They were recent. I fucked Claire while being with you.” His voice was monotone, like his words were scripted.
What the hell? “I don’t believe you.”
In a quick move, he slammed me up against the door and leaned into my face. “I don’t want to be with you.”
My stomach rolled with fury. “You’re a fucking liar. Why are you doing this? What happened? We can work through—”
“No,” Brett yelled, punching a fist against the wall beside my head. “Forget about me. Move on. I’m not worth it.”
“Yes you are! You are worth it. I need you,” I cried, pushing him. “You said you would fight for me. Are we not worth fighting for anymore?”
His jaw clenched. “No.”
My mouth fell open. I took a couple of deep cleansing breaths. Maybe something happened but we could work through this. We were strong. Our relationship was still new but I knew we could handle anything. “What happened?”
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