HE’D VOICED my deepest fear.
I didn’t know Andy. I wasn’t sure anyone did. But the way he looked at me, the venomous hatred…
Cam started to put me down, but I tightened my legs around his hips. “No,” I whispered. “No. I don’t want you going after him. He’s already gone. I want you here right now. With me. Okay? Please don’t go.”
Cam exhaled, pressing my back against the wall. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes, his jaw ticking. “Sunshine, I have to keep you safe,” he whispered. “You’re more important to me than you know. I can’t let anything happen to you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
“I’m okay,” I said. “You kept me safe. Is your hand okay?”
He chuckled, his gaze burning into mine. “Baby, I’ve been in many bar fights. My hand is fine.”
“Promise?” I whispered, pressing my forehead to his.
“Promise,” he murmured.
He breathed in deeply, his hand cupping the back of my neck. I felt his cock against me, the heat between us turning into an inferno.
“Hal,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
Our lips crashed against each other, desperate and hungry. He devoured me, groaning as his tongue met mine. I held on to him, needing him so badly that it was hard to breathe.
He broke away and set me down, turning me around and pushing me back against the wall. I gasped as his cock pressed against my ass, one hand pinning my wrists above my head.
“I need you, Hal,” he whispered, his voice almost a plea. “I need you now.”
“Take me,” I rasped.
“Are you sure?” he murmured. “I won’t be gentle right now, Hal. I can’t…”
“If I need you to stop, I’ll say ‘red.’ I want…” I drifted off, my heart beating faster. I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me, even if I begged him to stop. I wanted him to take my control, to force me. I wanted to give in to him in a way that I never had before.
That’s what I needed right now.
And I knew with him I would be safe. I knew that with him, no one would hurt me.
“Swear to me that you’ll say red if it’s too much,” he murmured.
“I swear.”
He kissed my neck, his touch turning gentle for a moment. He undid his buckle and jeans with one hand. I felt his cock come free, slapping against me, his touch still soft, his kisses almost soothing.
But then I felt the change.
“Don’t fuck me,” I suddenly gasped, but I didn’t mean a damn word.
And he knew it.
“I’m going to fuck you whether you want me to or not,” he growled.
I whimpered, my breath hitching as he kicked his clothing away, still keeping me against the wall, his grip tight on my wrists.
He hiked up my dress and yanked down my panties. I shoved against the wall, trying to pull out of his grip and escape. He slammed me hard against it, fighting to hold me in place as his fingers sought out my clit. I cried out as he circled me quickly, his touch driving me to the edge, rough and demanding.
“Let me go!” I cried. “Please! Let me go, you bastard!”
“No,” he growled.
I cried out, arching against him as he drove me straight into an orgasm. His hand gripped my wrists, holding me there, forcing me to take the pleasure.
He pulled his fingers away and dragged me over to his desk. My mind whirled as he shoved everything off and lifted me, sitting me on top. I pushed him hard, glaring. “I hate you,” I said. “You’re such a fucking bully.”
Cam’s eyes darkened, a low laugh leaving him. He gripped my jaw, drawing a whine from me as he forced my lips apart.
He spat. I was shocked as his saliva hit my tongue, the action something that I never would have thought would turn me on the way it did.
“Swallow,” he demanded.
But I wasn’t in the mood to obey. I wanted him to make me. I wanted him to work for my submission, to pull it out of me as I fought tooth and nail.
So I spat back at him. It hit his face, and I saw the momentary shock there. Just a split moment, followed by the fire I’d just dumped gasoline on.
“Fuck. You.”
“Oh, now you’ve done it,” he whispered. “Nothing is going to help you now.”
He grabbed my bun and pulled. I gasped as he turned me around, shoving me down onto the desk, holding me there. He pushed up the skirt of my dress, my ass bare to the cold office air, and brought his hand down. Hard.
I yelped, the pain shocking me. He spanked me again, harder and harder, until tears filled my eyes.
“Stop,” I cried.
But he didn’t. He didn’t. And it felt too fucking good to beg.
“Please! Please stop!”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
My ass cheeks burned. I pushed back, trying to escape him, but he was too strong. He kept me there, spanking me until I started to cry.
He pulled my head up, looking at my face with a dark chuckle. Tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Let’s see how wet you are,” he whispered.
His fingers ran over my pussy, dipping inside of me. I gasped at the intrusion, realizing just how fucking wet I was.
“I knew it,” he said. “I knew this pussy would be dripping for me.”
Fuck. I let out a helpless groan as he shifted behind me, the head of his cock replacing his fingers.
“No,” I rasped. “No.”
He leaned down, kissing my shoulder as he thrust forward. I yelled as I took every hard inch of his cock, gripping the edge of the desk with a moan.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “You’re squeezing me so tight with your perfect little cunt, sunshine.”
He began to fuck me, every movement hard and powerful. I groaned as he took me, pumping in and out, his cock burying as deep as possible with each movement.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
I gasped, holding on to the desk as I felt another orgasm rush through me. I groaned as I came on his cock, my entire body coiling with pleasure.
He cursed under his breath as he fucked me through it, finally letting out a growl. His cum shot inside me, his hands holding on to my hips as he filled me.
He melted against me, his touch returning to gentle. I panted beneath him. He kissed down my back.
“How do you feel, sunshine?”
“Good,” I whispered. “Fuck. That was intense but… everything I needed.”
“I needed that too. But I hope you know how much I cherish you.”
“I do,” I said, smiling.
“Good.” He slowly pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs.
We spent the next few minutes cleaning up and putting ourselves back together again. Cam cupped my face and kissed me before we headed to the office door, stepping out into the hallway.
Cam paused, listening. “It’s quiet out there now. Want to go home?”
“Yes, so long as we stop and get something to eat,” I laughed.
“Deal. I’ll meet you out at the car?”
“Yep,” I said, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
We went back out to the bar, and I grabbed my bag and waved at Colt and Hunter as I went to the front doors.
I stepped out into the warm night air. The sun was set, the moon shining bright. I looked at it for a few moments, still smiling like an idiot.
When I was with Cam, everything felt right.
I crossed the parking lot, heading toward the very back, where I’d parked. I reached into my bag, fishing out my keys as I came to my Corvette.
And froze.
Whore. Bitch. You’re Next. Slut.
Glass glimmered in the grass, all of my windows broken in. The words were carved into the cherry-red paint, the side mirrors broken off.
But that wasn’t what made me scream.
The woman sitting in the front seat, blood dripping from her slit throat, was what did.
My blood turned cold, my whole world falling apart all over again.
