Revealed by You(42)

“How old were you?” he asked, tightening his hold on my hand.

I huffed. “I was seventeen when I lost my virginity. It had been years since I had sex before meeting you.” What can I say, I went through a very long dry spell. But I never craved sex like I do now since meeting Brett.

A twinkle of amusement flashed through his eyes as he pulled me closer to him. “How long did you sleep with him?”

“Brett, honestly. Forget about him. Nothing will happen.”

“I saw the way he looked at you, Evvie. He wants you.”

I rolled my eyes and went to pull my hand from his grip when he tugged me into his arms.

“Roll your eyes at me again, lover and I’ll bend you over my lap and slap that delicious ass.”

My body heated but I glared at him instead. “Yeah? Well you’re the one that’s being difficult. I can’t control when another man hits on me. You need to calm down and trust me.”

Brett’s gaze turned cold. “I don’t need to do shit. You need to know your place.”

My muscles quivered and I pushed him. “Yeah? And where’s that, Brett? With my legs wrapped around you as you bound and gag me? Or at your feet, bowing to your every dark sadistic desire?”

“Watch the tone,” he growled.

I pulled out of his grasp and sat back on the stool. “Whatever.”

“Office. Now,” he demanded.

I took a swig of my beer, ignoring him.

A heavy hand cupped the back of my neck. “If you know what’s good for you, you will listen to me.”

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. The whole thing was ridiculous but he pissed me off. His jealous rage although hot at times, at this very moment I was ready to kick him in the balls. “I’m drinking my beer and enjoying the music.”

“Lover.”

“What?” I turned to him. “You want me to go to your office so you can fuck me and pretend everything is fine? Cause it’s not, Brett. You can’t always get out of our fights by using sex.”

His grip on my neck tightened. “You never complained before.”

I shrugged. “So? Right now, I’m enjoying my drink.” I lifted the bottle when it was snatched from my hands and thrown across the bar. Glass and beer flew everywhere as it shattered against the wall.

“Oh real mature, asshole,” I snapped, pushing out of his hold.

His eyes darkened to the point of being black. “Get in my fucking office. Now.”

“Really, Brett?” I tried not to notice the people staring at us. “You’re causing a scene.”

He pinched my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I don’t care. Everyone can hear what I have to fucking say to you. I don’t give a shit.”

“Then say it, Brett. Tell me how jealous you are. How much you wanted to punch Nick in the face for even talking to me. You going to do that with every guy? What about Kane? Jake? My fucking father! You going to punish me for letting them talk to me? Or do I have to go around with a sign on my chest saying, I’m sorry, I’m taken. Don’t talk to me.”

Our chests rose and fell as we sat and glared at each other. My body flushed with heat.

“Office,” he snarled.

I jumped to my feet and headed in the direction of his office. With a shaky hand, I opened the door when I was tackled from behind and pushed to the floor.

“I want you so fucking bad right now,” Brett snarled, fisting my hair in his hands.

“Show me.” I rolled over onto my back and gripped his shirt. My blood pumped in my ears as I ripped the dress shirt in half. Button’s flew around us, pinging off the wall and floor.

He growled and pulled at my clothes.

I struggled out of my panties and arched my back as he split my black cotton dress down the middle. My body throbbed, aching for him in a way that was dark and delicious. “Brett,” I begged.

He undid his belt and towered over me before crashing his mouth to mine.

My fingers trailed inside his shirt, scratching into his skin.

He lifted me in his arms and sat back at the same time as he impaled me.

I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck. My body opened to him, taking him deep as I circled my hips against him.

“Hard, lover. Fuck. I need you rough.”

I moaned and rode him like he asked. Our bodies slapped together, my fingers digging into his muscles. “You feel so good.” I licked up the side of his neck to his jaw, the scruff of his five o’clock shadow scratching at my tongue. My body buzzed.

Anger and frustration circled around us as we used each other’s bodies for pleasure. Taking what we wanted and needed.

His teeth grazed over my collar bone before biting down. His hands pulled and kneaded at my skin. “Harder, Evvie. Use. Me. Possess me.”