his teeth and the taste of blood hits my tongue …
… that I realize he didn’t miss me at all.
He wants to punish me.
Thirty-Six
Rhett
* * *
I toss her on the bed—recklessly—the very same way she treated my heart.
Reaching for her jeans, I yank them down her thighs, my calloused hands rough against her tender skin. My bad. Was that careless of me?
Her panties are next.
I rip those straight down the middle, not unlike the very thing she did to me. It was almost too easy. Was it that easy for her?
“Rhett,” she breathes my name, holding me in her wanton gaze, but I mute her with a rough kiss, my hand knotting in her hair as I control her mouth.
I won’t be kissing her softly tonight. Nothing about this is going to be gentle. This isn’t a jaunt down memory lane—far from it.
Running my finger beneath the left strap of her bra, I pull it taut before letting it snap her skin. Even in the dark, I see the beginnings of a welt, but it’s only minor, and it’ll fade with time. Nothing like the mark she left on me.
Unfastening my jeans, I shove them down and climb over on top of her, crushing her lips over and over, sucking the air from her lungs and digging my fingers into the curved flesh of her perfect fucking ass.
Her thighs hook around mine.
She wants this. She wants me.
Hate to break it to her, but I’m not the man I used to be.
I position her beneath me, dominating her and spreading her legs apart, teasing her clit with the tip of my swollen cock before dragging it to her entrance, pressing just enough to torture her.
Yeah. I want to fuck her. That feeling never quite subsided no matter how much I tried to force it away, but I can’t fuck her like I used to. She might get the wrong impression.
I rise, pulling my body off hers. “On your knees.”
She hesitates before rolling over and pressing herself up on all fours. Tonight I’m going to fuck her like a dog so I won’t have to feel her staring at me. I don’t want to see that little sliver of hope in her eyes that has abso-fucking-lutely no business being there.
Grabbing a condom from my jeans pocket on the floor, I rip the packet with my teeth before rolling it over my throbbing cock. I’ve waited a long time for this, and I’m so fucking hard my cock aches.
Tracing my fingertip along her seam, I watch as her body shivers, and as soon as she exhales, I thrust deep inside her with one forceful move.
Ayla sighs, falling to her elbows and pressing her cheek against the bed as she grips the sheets.
My hands clutch the flesh of her hips, leaving rosy imprints where I squeeze, and soon the slap of my skin against hers mixes with the scent of her arousal and the soft breathless sighs escaping her traitorous mouth.
Deeper.
Faster.
Harder.
I fuck her until we lose track of time; until she’s screaming into the sheets, telling me how good I feel inside her and begging me not to stop. She’s having quite the experience, but I don’t feel a fucking thing.
I’m numb.
When it’s over, I pull out, toss the condom in the trash, and hit the shower.
“You’re still here.” I stand in the bathroom doorway twenty minutes later, a towel wrapped around my waist and another draped around my neck.
I had to wash her off of me.
She’s dressed now, lying on my bed. “You didn’t ask me to go…?”
“Thought it was implied.”
Ayla sits up, eyes tracking me as I move around the room. I grab some clothes. And a drink from the mini bar. I don’t offer her a damn thing.
“What the hell was that, Rhett?” she asks.
“That ... was nothing.” I take a sip of Scotch. It’s cheap, which surprises me considering this is a world-class hotel, but it’ll have to do. “Absolutely nothing.”
The liquid burns my throat on the way down.
There.
Finally feel something.
“What, were you trying to fuck me out of your system?” she asks.
“Is that even a thing?” My head cocks to the side and my brows lift. I turn my attention to her and smirk.
Her face falls, washed in disappointment.
“What, you think because I kissed you—because I fucked you—that things are magically going to go back to the way they were?” I ask.
She’s quiet. She did. She totally fucking thought that.
“Cute,” I huff, shaking my head and taking a drink.
“So