by Jani Kay
“Ryder called a few hours ago to tell me what happened. He told me everything . . . about Jade losing the baby . . . how you had caused it—” My voice choked in my throat. Ryder had started off hesitantly, only telling me the basics of what had occurred that day, but I’d nudged him to tell me everything as I’d sensed there was so much more than what he was revealing. Finally I’d gotten the whole story out of him. It broke my heart, and from Ryder’s tone he was completely shattered, blaming himself for not being there to protect Jade against Harrison’s outburst.
It should never have been an issue. Who should need protection from their own damn brother, for fuck’s sake? I needed to rant and rave at him, for causing my brother and his sweet girl such agony. For rejecting me. For being an asshole.
For making me care.
I could deny it till the cows came home, but in truth I was shattered that Harrison never came back after our one night together. I'd waited for hours, days and weeks, expecting him to call me or come back for more. But he hadn’t and that pissed me off. No man had ever used me like that. I rolled all that rage together and threw it at his head.
“You’re a self-righteous prick. How the fuck dare you?”
He sucked in a breath and went still. But he didn’t turn around to face me.
“You’re a bastard, Harrison Summers. Of the worst kind. I fucking hate you.”
If only my goddamn hormones weren’t raging like wildfire through my body right now. I clenched my thighs together, ignoring the lust that consumed me.
“Is that right?” Pearls of sweat beaded on Harrison’s skin. Perspiration ran down my spine, too. Why was the heat turned up so high?
“Yes. You think you can control everyone around you. You interfere with other people’s lives . . . playing God. It's one thing doing that in the bedroom with me, but it's wrong doing it to your sister—”
He rose from his haunches, the muscles on his thighs contracting as he stood. I swallowed hard. Within three strides he gripped my wrists and pushed me back against the wall, his face inches from mine, an evil grin turning up the corners of his mouth. He narrowed his cold unfeeling eyes, and stared at me, scrutinizing my face.
“You’re just mad because I didn’t come back. You liked being dominated. And I liked doing it, seeing you submit to me." Pinning my hands above my head with one hand, he cupped my chin and forced my head up. If only I could smack that smirk right off his face.
“I'm not here to talk about what happened between us. I'm here to tell you what a sad, pitiful human being you are. You need anger management and serious therapy, before you get someone else killed.”
He laughed, squeezing my cheeks. “You’re such a fucking liar, Eva. I bet you’re dripping for me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I told you—I hate you.”
He grimaced, curling his lip up. “You can’t fool me. The only thing you hate is that I didn’t come back to fuck you again.”
I lifted my knee to smash him in the balls, but he was too fast. He gripped my thigh and placed it on his hip, threw back his head, and let a cruel and bitter laugh escape his mouth. “I love a fiery woman . . . so much more fun to tame. And you, my dear Eva, are going to learn a lesson tonight. You should never have come here—”
“Why? Afraid of hearing the truth?” I lifted my chin and glared at him.
He chuckled, moving his hand up my thigh to my sex, forcing my legs apart. Two fingers rubbed over my panties. I sucked in a breath. God, yes!
“Fucking drenched.” He glowered, his eyes gleaming as if he’d found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
What was he doing to me? I hated and wanted him at the same time. I was so damn screwed.
“Yes, Eva, I feel that too. I hate wanting you.” Was he reading my fucking mind? He brushed his lips over mine, barely touching them. It was torture. “For weeks now I’ve been trying to shake you. And I was nearly succeeding. But now, you leave me no choice.”
“What do you mean?” My heart pounded.
“I'm going to break my rules, Eva. That’s what.”
“Rules?” It was hard to breathe with him this close to me. I couldn’t think straight. He dipped his head and kissed me, long and slow, sucking the life out of me as if he wanted to possess every part of who I was.
“Do you have any idea how hard it's been to stay away from you? How you’ve tortured my fucking mind?” He pressed himself against me, all of his rock hardness absorbed by my softness.
I sucked in a breath. “Really?” Then why hadn’t he come to me? It didn’t make sense.
“Yes, really. And now you are here, and you hate me.” He pushed my coat off my shoulders and bit into my skin. His chest heaved, and I wanted to run my hands all over his sculpted torso, but he kept them pinned above my head.
“Yes, I hate you,” I agreed as his mouth ran along my jaw, nibbling at the skin. His hand covered a breast and squeezed so hard I nearly cried out.
“Scream, Eva, it's okay.”
He bent down to suck a nipple into his mouth, then through the satiny fabric he bit down on it. Pain and pleasure shot through my body, setting me alight. I clamped down on my teeth.
I. Will. Not. Scream.
His voice was low and menacing. “You like it, don’t you? Torturing me. Feeling pain. It makes you feel alive, doesn’t it?”
How does he know?
“We are the same, Eva. We want the same things.”
“No. I'm nothing like you. I have a heart.”
“If you did, you wouldn’t be here.”
“Stop talking in riddles.”
He took my hand and guided it down to his hip, letting the towel drop from his waist. I gasped as he placed my palm over his throbbing erection. “This is what happened the minute you walked in here.”
His mouth covered mine before I could respond, kissing me deeply while his hand remained locked over mine, moving it up and down his cock.
He released my mouth. “On your knees, Eva. I'm going to make you pay for doing this to me.” He gripped my scalp and pushed me down. As soon as my knees hit the floor, he yanked my hair, making me gasp. With my lips open, he shoved his cock in and started fucking my mouth. Controlling the rhythm, he thrust deeper and deeper. I reached up and cupped his balls then squeezed. Again. Harder this time. If he could do it to me, I could do it back. He threw his head back and hissed.
“Ah, Eva. You please me.”
What?
Holding my head back by my hair, he pulled his dick from my mouth. He yanked me up and shoved me against the wall. He worked quickly to rid me of my coat and my panties, then he lifted the chemise over my head and threw it behind him.
“Harrison, I think—”
“No talking, woman.” He gripped my throat so that I could hardly breathe, pressing me back against the wall. The smirk was back. “You submit to me without question. Then, if you make me happy, I will make you very happy. That’s how this works, sweetheart.” His eyes were boring into mine, intense, wild, the pupils so dilated that his eyes appeared black.
It was futile struggling; his grip only tightened. I closed my eyes, just focusing on getting air into my lungs. Our chests heaved in unison.
After a while, he loosened his grip on my throat. “That’s how you make me feel, Eva. Breathless. Out of control. As if I'm going to die. But at the same time, excited beyond imagination.”
My eyes flew open. I did that to him? Holy shit!
“That’s better.” He smiled—the first genuine smile to reach his eyes. It took my breath away it was that beautiful.
He knelt in front of me, his hands on my thighs. “Open. I need to taste you.”
I spread my legs like the wanton slut he’d turned me into. My need for him far exceeded my common sense, and prevented me remembering the reason I was here. Or had I in reality come for this, hoping that this would be his reaction? One stroke of his tongue over my pussy and I didn’t care. My legs trembled and I pushed my back into the cold wal
l for support. My fingers found their way into his hair and I twisted tighter with every lick and suck of my pussy.
God, I wanted to come. It was so good.
He placed my legs over his shoulders one by one and then rose from his knees, standing upright, his fingers clawing my ass and his face between my thighs, eating me alive. I moaned and writhed until I couldn’t stand holding back any longer.
He bit my clit softly, eliciting the scream he wanted so badly. That was it—the orgasm ripped through my body, hitting me wave after wave.
“Harrison!” I screamed again as his tongue speared me and his finger disappeared up my ass. Jesus, this man did things to my body that drove me insane.
As I came down from the loudest orgasm I'd ever had he let me slip down his torso, hugging me tightly to his chest. Harrison dragged me toward the sofa.
“Lean over so I can fuck you,” he commanded as he walked to the cabinet and opened a drawer. My legs felt weak, so I welcomed the support of the soft leather against my body. I heard the familiar rip of foil, then he was behind me.
“Hold on, baby,” he warned as he spread my cheeks. Something cold and wet rubbed against my skin before he drove it gently into my ass, filling me completely.
With warm and slightly callous hands, he caressed the orbs. Eager for more, I pushed my ass back. God, it’s hot. My scream accompanied the sound of the smack that landed on my cheek and reverberated around the room. Two more and I was gasping for air, tears squeezing from the corners of my eyes. My pussy was drenched, each smack vibrating through my body as I cried out louder each time.
“Good girl.”
He caressed the burning skin then licked over the heated area while stroking my clit with his finger. God, I wanted to come.
“No, not yet. Wait for me,” he commanded. I gripped the cushion in front of me while biting down on my lip to prevent myself from begging.
Harrison’s cock slipped into my opening before he reached forward and gripped my breasts, squeezing hard with every thrust. The exquisite sensation of both openings being filled to capacity, simultaneously building the pressure for release, was torture and ecstasy at the same time.
His breath came in short, sharp pants as he fucked me so hard that my knees banged against the leather each time he thrust forward. Feeling his balls slap against my skin in time to the rhythm of the music was erotic as hell.
He pulled my head back by my hair.
“Look,” he huffed.
I turned my head and saw our reflection in the large, gilded mirror. The way my flesh quivered every time he pounded into me, the way his balls swung as he pulled backwards, the way his eyes rolled back in his head just before he cried out. “Come, Eva, come.”
A twist of my nipple while he bit into my neck and I couldn’t look any more. My eyes slammed shut as another orgasm ripped through me.
“Scream, Eva. Scream for me.”
I did. I screamed. For Harrison. For me. For everything.
Chapter Fifty-Four — Harrison
There was no turning back, but I was completely fine with it. The agitation that roiled in my gut had settled down. It wasn’t because I'd finally had a woman after weeks of abstinence. It was because the woman I’d just had was Eva.
I sank into the soft leather and pulled her down on top of me. Her cheeks were flushed and the soft glow of her skin in the dim light of the fireplace begged for me to caress it.
“The neighbors . . .” she whispered.
I chuckled softly, then kissed her hair. “Your screams are for my ears only. Nobody else can hear. Soundproofing.”
She lifted her head off my chest and looked at me. “The music?”
“Yeah, they don’t even hear it.”
“No, I mean . . . did you choose it . . . specifically . . . for this?” Her cheeks turned pinker, but her gaze didn’t waver.
“Babe, while I turned my back to you, I had the biggest fucking hard-on. I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you standing in front of my door. Only, I tried to control it. Didn’t work very well.”
She laughed. “Neither of us succeeded. I came to tell you off.”
“Did you now?” I asked, amused that she still believed that. Who were we fooling? Resistance was futile. In reality it was only a matter of time before I was the one howling at her front door, begging her to let me in.
“Yes. And we still need to have that conversation. You have a hell of a lot of explaining to do. I still hate you.”
“You hate me but you love my cock. . . and my mouth . . . and my hands.”
Her chin rested on my chest as she gazed at me through her thick lashes. “A woman has needs too. And I can use your equipment just as you used me.”
I gaped at her. “You think I used you?”
“Of course you did. Got what you wanted and never called or came back.” She wasn’t accusatory or going psycho-bitch on me, she was just stating a fact. I liked that about her.
I stroked her hair and we lay there for a few moments as I digested what she’d said. I could see how she believed that. If only she knew how far from the truth it was. I decided to come clean. Fuck knows, I'd screwed up so badly lately, maybe it was time I did things differently.
I cleared my throat. I wasn’t used to sharing my feelings. This was way out of my comfort zone. But if I wanted to see Eva again, I had to put her mind at ease. Now that I’d broken my rule, I was eager to take this somewhere.
“Eva, we don’t really know one another that well. But I’d really like the chance to see you again . . . take you on a date, or something. God knows, I haven’t done that since I was seventeen, so my skills are somewhat rusty. But I want to try, if it's okay with you?”
“That’s what’s so weird about it. For the short amount of time we’ve known one another, we’ve had sex twice now. Who knows if we’ll really like one another if we get better acquainted?”
Typical woman; she was overanalyzing this already. “I know everything there is to know about you.” I chuckled. “And I like you already.” Fuck, I wasn’t asking her to marry me; I just wanted to see her again. If that meant taking her to dinner or a movie, I was fine with that too, as long as I got to fuck her as well.
“You can take me to dinner tomorrow night. Be prepared to answer questions, though. I want to hear your side of the story. And it better be good.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. She wouldn’t let me off the hook lightly. But I was ready to tell her everything. It was time.
She pushed up from the sofa and picked up her clothing. The shape of her curvy body had my dick hardening again.
“What are you doing?” In the few seconds since she’d left my side I felt the cold creep back under my skin and into my heart. I wanted her warmth against me.
“I'm going home, of course. It's late, we both have work tomor . . . later this morning,” she said matter-of-factly. Usually women begged me to let them stay, and I was the one who kicked them out. Karma was teaching me a lesson.
“Eva, stay. It's too late to drive home now.”
She slipped the chemise over her head. “Don’t be silly. It's only a fifteen-minute trip.”
I rose from the sofa, desperate for her not to go. Within three strides, I reached her and pulled her into my arms. “That’s better,” I murmured into her hair as her breasts squashed against me and her perfume filled my nostrils.
She placed her arms around my neck and reached up to kiss me. I kissed her, long and hard, till we both were breathless. She pulled away, looking up at me. “Goodnight, Harrison.”
“You’re leaving me?” I pouted like a four-year-old.
Her voice was soft but firm. “Yes. Until we’ve had the discussion I came here for—adult to adult—I . . .”
“You still hate me.”
I got that she needed to make her point and stand her ground, but fuck, I needed to find a way to make her stay. Not only tonight, but every other night.
“You’re killing me here. You know that,
right?” I folded my arms across my chest as she slipped into her coat and stuffed the panties into her pocket.
“Harrison, if you really want me, prove it. Show me with actions, not just empty words. Up until tonight you’ve avoided me as if I had the plague. Then you fuck me and beg me to stay. Who knows if you’ll go back into your shell again and I won’t hear or see from you for weeks?”
“You know I’m Cancer?” I asked, bewildered.
“From all that I said, that’s what you got out of it?” She laughed, shaking her head as she moved to the hallway to leave.
Eva Ryder knew what she wanted, and how to get it. It made her more desirable. I followed her to the door, wishing she would change her mind.
“I could force you to stay. I could tie you to my bed and have my way with you all night long.” I stuck my hand into her pocket and retrieved the thong. I was keeping that under my pillow.
She raised a perfect eyebrow. “You could. But then you would only hate yourself in the morning.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Eva. If you ever need a job as a negotiator, just let me know.”
She laughed. “That won’t be any time soon.”
Eva turned the doorknob to leave. I grabbed her arm. “One last kiss?” I was willing to beg if it got me an extra minute with her. I held out my arms to embrace her, my dick semi-hard as I stood naked at the front door.
She ignored my gesture and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Goodnight, Harrison.”
Then she was gone.
A shiver ran up my spine. I stood there in agony, considering if I should run after her and swoop her up and bring her back to my bed. I didn’t care that I was naked.
I just wanted her back.
Chapter Fifty-Five — Eva
I practically walked on air back to my car. Leaving had been the hardest thing I’d had to do, because I really would’ve liked to stay. But fuck that, if he really wanted me like he said he did, he had to convince me. I wasn’t going to fall into his arms every time we got together and then not hear from him in weeks. Talk was cheap. He needed to show me his intentions with actions.