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.”