GOERGIE
I stood up immediately.
The pain that tore through my chest couldn't be measured, for years now I have never felt this kind of pain.
I could not breathe around it. I could not pretend it did not exist. I watched how he ended the call without saying a word.
That hurt more than the call itself.
This meant it was real. He had a woman waiting for him and it was none other than her.
Then why was he doing this to me? Should he be with her and not me? He shouldn't have brought me here.
"Get your money back from my madam," I said, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound firm. "I am not interested anymore."
But he just ignored my words and pulled me back onto his thigh.
This time, I could now feel the bulge under me.
What the heck? It didn't even take up to minutes before having this?
"Do not test me," he growled near my ear. "It is just tonight, so don't make it worth spending your whole life in jail."
My eyes widened in shock. "I never offered myself to you. You are the one who forced me here and paid despite my resistance."
His lips curved into a humorless smirk as he lowered his head to my shoulder, inhaling deeply, his breath warm against my skin.
The gesture was painfully familiar. Something he used to do when he thought I was slipping away from him.
The thought of him touching another woman like this made my stomach twist.
I shook my shoulder, trying to free myself, but his grip tightened, firm and possessive.
"Go back to your normal perfume," he murmured. "I do not like this one."
I scoffed out of bitterness and jealousy. "None of your business what I smell like."
Guess that flared him up, his hand slid to the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair as he pulled me closer.
"You will do what I want from now on," he said quietly. "Everything about you, I can control."
I rolled my eyes, refusing to show fear. Then I did the first thing that came to my mind.
My hands trailed slowly from his thigh up his chest, feeling the hard lines beneath his shirt.
"And what makes you think," I whispered, "that you can control me?" His breath hitched and his eyes darkened.
This made me smile, I was cruelly satisfied by the way he froze, he is still the same even after five years.
"You cannot even speak," I whispered.
His eyes shut for a brief second and that was my opening to escape.
I elbowed his arm hard and slipped off his thigh, stepping back. My dress rode up as I moved. I did not care. I turned sharply and walked toward the closet, yanking it open and grabbing the first pair of trousers I saw.
I had just started pulling them on when he slammed the closet door shut, pinning me against it.
His face was inches from mine, eyes dark with fury
"How dare you play with me?" he growled, his body shoving forward until his chest crushed against my tits, no room left for air between us. His heat seeped through our clothes, making my skin tingle.
"Call your girlfriend," I shot back, voice filled with irritation. "Let her satisfy you!" But my words got cut off as his mouth slammed down on mine.
The kiss was rough, wild, like he wanted to punish me and claim me all at once. I wouldn't lie, this was a tempting phase for me, I missed it so much.
His lips bruised mine, tongue forcing its way inside, tasting the whiskey in his mouth. He devoured my lip, sucking hard, making my head spin.
Recalling my current situation I forced my senses back. I shoved at his shoulders, trying to break free.
But his hands slid down my sides, gripping my waist tight, pulling me closer. His fingers dug into my hips, too rough, too demanding.
That was it for me as rage boiled up inside me as I recalled the call he made a few minutes ago.
I bit his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, the taste hitting my tongue.
He jerked back with a hiss, pain flashing in his eyes and before he could grab me again, my hand flew up and slapped his cheek. The crack echoed loudly in the room.
"Bastard,' I snarled, with my heart pounding against my ears.
I spun around and bolted, feet slapping the floor as I stormed away.
But he lunged after me, his arm snaking around my waist. He shoved me hard against the closet door again, my back slamming into the wood, breath knocked out of me.
I twisted, grabbing his wrist before his other hand could pin me. With all my strength, I drove my knee up into his balls.
He doubled over with a deep groan, clutching himself, with his face twisted in agony.
I didn't hesitate this time I wrenched free from his grip and ran, legs pumping toward the staircase, pulse racing in my ears.
I almost made it, I was excited I would get away, my fingers brushing the railing of the stairs when his hand clamped around my wrist fiercely.
"Let me go!' I screamed, yanking hard but he pulled back, slamming me against the railing. The metal dug into my side, his body pinning me there. He panted hot against my face, eyes wild, burning with need.
Then his lips crashed into mine again, harder this time.
"Fuck,"' he groaned into my mouth, "You hurt me so bad. Now help me make it feel good."
I bit his lip once more, teeth sinking in, but he just growled deeper, not pulling away.
His mouth trailed to my neck, hot and wet, sucking the skin hard enough to leave marks.
His teeth grazed my pulse, sending sparks down my spine. One hand held my arms above my head, the other gripped my ass, squeezing the flesh through my skirt.
I thrashed against him, nails scratching his chest, but my pushes felt weaker, my body heating up despite the fury. His bulge was rock hard, pressing into my thigh, throbbing with want as they made mine rise, I was going weak in his hands as those kisses went deeper.
He scooped me up suddenly, my legs dangling as he carried me back toward the bedroom, muscles flexing under my weight.
And then it hit me, a wave crashing over everything. The fight just... drained away.
The anger melted into something else, hot and needy, as his lips bit into mine.
"Damn it! He knew the right button to click on, he still knew me and crazily I gave up tonight.
"Just tonight," I whispered in my head.