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I’m so pissed.

But I’m also really turned on. What the hell is wrong with me?

Actually, no. What the hell is wrong with him? Coming into my work and demanding Jerry leave because I’m his?

I’m not his and he had no right to act like that.

But hell… My pussy purred and wanted him to pound into me right there on the bar top in front of everyone.

“You can be silent all you want, Sarah. Just know you’ll be screaming my name soon enough.”

I give him a sideways glare, crossing my arms over my chest. He chuckles, placing his hand on my thigh. My eyes trace over the various scars and bruises that line his knuckles. I tighten my arms across my chest to stop myself from reaching for him.

When we pull up to my apartment building, Rhys parks on the street. He opens my door and offers his hand to help me climb out. I’m silent the entire way up the steps and into the apartment.

I toss my keys and purse on the counter, then stride to my room.

When Paige told me I would be staying with Rhys, I was both livid and anxious. I knew I’d be unable to escape the magnetism of his presence.

I quickly pack my bag, then meet Rhys in the living room. He’s sitting on the couch with an ankle resting over the opposite knee.

He raises his head when I drop my things onto the ground.

“Ready?” he says, standing and placing his phone in his jeans pocket.

I stand, staring wordlessly into his emerald irises. My body is still alive with hunger after he denied me my release.

His brow quirks, eyes slowly sliding down my body. The tension between us is so thick, it’s suffocating.

I know I’ll scold myself later for this, but my body is wound too tight to care.

Gripping the hem of my crop top, I pull it over my head and toss it aside.Rhys’ eyes darken with ravenous need when my breasts fall from the material.

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice deepening with lust.

I remain silent as I slide my jeans down my legs, keeping my eyes locked on his. I kick them aside, then lower to my hands and knees.

If he’s not willingly going to give me what I want, I’m going to make him so starved for me, he’ll have no choice but to give in.

My blonde hair falls over my shoulders and down the expansion of my back. Keeping my movements slow, I prowl toward him on all fours. My breasts sway, pulling his stare.

His pants tent as arousal grows in his eyes.

“Fuck, mo réalta, ” he rasps, adjusting himself.

When I reach his feet, I sit on my heels, looking up at him through my lashes. I pull my bottom lip into my mouth and cup my breast. My head tips back and a moan falls from my lips when I pinch my nipple between my forefinger and thumb.

“Rhys,” I whisper breathlessly. “Fuck me, please.”

My hand slides down my body and my hips roll when I begin massaging my sensitive clit. It’s already swollen, begging for attention.

“You’re not playing fair,” his scold lacking heat.

The tempo of my strokes intensifies, and my breaths turn into gasps as I near my peak.

Rhys cups my jaw, his thumb pulling my lips from my teeth. Opening, I pull his thumb into my mouth and suck, swirling my tongue around the tip.

He mutters unintelligibly under his breath.

I press two fingers into my slick entrance, fucking my hand until I’m completely delirious. My mouth falls open and a sound between a shriek and a squeal explodes out of me. Wetness floods out of me and onto the laminate flooring, coating my thighs and hand.

Before I can come down from my high, I’m tossed over Rhys’ shoulder, and he rushes down the hallway.

I’m thrown onto my bed, bouncing when I hit the mattress. Hands grip my ankles, jerking me to the edge. He pushes my knees to the sides, fully exposing me to him.

Rhys swiftly frees his cock from its confines. I cry out in ecstasy when he slams into me. His cock stretches me and hits a spot so deep inside, I’m already cresting another orgasm.

My nails dig into his flesh with each powerful thrust of his hips. With each brutal blow his body makes against mine, I feel the bruises forming on the inside of my upper thighs.

He grips my hair, forcing my head to the side. I hiss when he sinks his teeth into my neck. His tongue strokes the raw flesh before he plants a kiss to my skin.

“I could live in this pussy,” He groans, sending another wave of electricity down my spine.

“Fuck, Rhys. Don’t stop. I’m right there,” I pant.

Unlike so many men before, Rhys keeps his tempo, hitting my softened cervix over and over, building the orgasm that will likely send me into orbit. He growls and tightens his hold on my hair, pulling the strands at the root. My walls contract around his rigid length.

“Fuck, Sarah. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants.

The pressure in my core becomes too much. “I’m gonna come.”

“Do it. Come for me.”

My back bows, my toes curl in, and I scream. My entire body writhes under him. White light bursts behind my eyelids, my mind goes completely blank.

I’ve heard cervix orgasms were intense but holy. Fucking. Shit. I never expected my entire life to change from one experience.

Rhys’s body tenses, stalling as he fills me with his cum. He growls and I feel the rumble from his chest as it rests against mine.

He slumps onto me, and we lie in a sweaty heap. The sound of our mingled pants fills the air.

“That… was…” I huff.

“Yeah.”

I mourn his loss when he leaves my body. Emptiness is left in its wake, hitting me like a freight train.

Remember the line in the sand?

Rhys is the wave washing it away the moment it’s drawn.

Sex with Rhys isn’t just physical. It’s not just a release or a means to an end. It’s an entire experience that buries itself into your soul. An experience that will live within you until your dying breath.

How can I keep him at arms-length when his mere existence sucks me in? When I feel like I can breathe while also feeling utterly breathless by him?

He props himself on his forearm, he watches me with reverence that warms a part of me I’d forgotten existed.

I blink away the burn from my eyes.

There is no way I’m going to cry.

I fucking hate crying.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

He tips his head. “Like what?”

“Like that .” I gesture to his face.

Pushing off the bed, I stride to the bathroom to pee. After relieving myself, I silently dress, ignoring Rhys’ probing gaze on my profile.

I quickly twist my hair into a bun at the top of my head then turn to face him.

“Let’s go.”

He silently studies me for a moment then nods and stands to dress himself.

After shutting off all the lights and making sure nothing is plugged in that shouldn’t be, we exit the apartment. I lock the door behind us, and we walk to Rhys’ SUV.

This is going to be a long weekend.

I just hope my heart and mind understand each other and agree that falling for Rhys is not an option.

* * *

Rhys’ apartment is beautiful and spacious, with a view overlooking the city. The floor-to-ceiling windows make up the entire far wall. The colors are dark and sexy – very Rhys.

I feel his eyes tracking my movements as I meander his space, taking in all the sleek details. When I meet his eyes, they’re filled with an emotion that hits me in my chest. It’s possessive, hungry. Completely dominating.

“Where’s my room?” I ask.

My breath stalls in my lungs as he saunters closer. “You’ll be sleeping in my bed.”

Absolutely not.

“You want me to hurt you, don’t you?” I scowl.

He lowers his head, slowly shaking it with a chuckle.

“If you want to hurt me, do it. Just know I’ll hurt you back,” he teases. My core clenches.

You just let him fuck you. Give your pussy a break.

Pretending to be unaffected, I head down the hallway toward what I assume to be the bedrooms.

Each door I try to open, Rhys’ annoying self is right there pulling me away and shutting it.

I’m fuming.

My jaw ticks, my shoulders hiking up to my ears. My fists are clenched so tight my knuckles threaten to rip.

“UGH!” I halt and quickly spin on my heels. “Fine! Show me to your fucking room. I’m tired and in need of a shower.” He meets my glare with a smile.

“Good girl.”

I’m going to suffocate him.