Page 32 of Twisted Lies

Is he out of his damn mind?

As hot as he was, I wouldn’t fuck him even if his cock were made of solid gold.

“I want you to let me out of this fucking deal,” I grumbled.

McKay laughed coldly. “Not going to happen. Next,” he all but sneered.

“If you wanted to, you could,” I responded.

His expression revealed nothing. “I’m in the business of making money, not losing it. The deal remains.” There was a tight note in his voice.

Lifting my chin, I continued to hold his stare. For several minutes, I didn’t say anything as he continued to watch me.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” I snapped. “It might be illegal too.”

“Even you don’t really believe that shit.” The hardness of his voice sent chills down my spine.

I bit back the expletive hovering on my tongue. I knew I would be tied to him forever. Judging by his focused gaze, that was exactly what he wanted.

“And how long is this business arrangement going to last?”

“Until I determine the debt has been paid in full,” he bit out letting his words sink in for a few seconds.

My blood froze in my veins. “Fuck you! You might own the company, but you don’t own me.”

His hands clenched and unclenched before he caught me by the arm and pressed me against the wall. In one swift move, he pinned my arms above my head. His tongue swept into my mouth while his other hand grabbed the back of my head with unleashed fury.

The last shreds of my ironclad control disintegrated as his mouth devoured and stroked me with a restrained sensuality that made my cunt clench from emptiness.

I opened my mouth wider, and I pushed my tongue into his. I groaned, tasting the hint of coffee and cigar. My head spun out of control as I kissed him back with all the pent-up anger, passion, and the most damning attraction that I had been denying.

Shamefully, I wanted him like no other.

My stomach plummeted with the sudden realization that this man would be my undoing.

As if he could read my mind, he broke off the kiss abruptly and stared at me with knowing, hard eyes. “I might not own you now, but I will,” he responded with a steely voice before stepping back from me.

I stood there against the wall, trembling like a fool, as I watched him turn around and stride over to his wall of floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Now you may go, Ms. Michaels,” he hissed, effectively dismissing me.

For several minutes, I just stared at his wide back in shock. Finally, I gathered what was left of my pride and walked out of the room.

On shaky legs, I stepped into the elevator and pressed my head against the wall as my mind clouded over with confusion.

I swallowed hard as the door slid closed.

Just when I thought I’d made peace with the universe and success was within my reach, fate had thrown me the ultimate middle finger.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as regret and dread washed over me.

I just made a deal with the fucking devil.

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