that have been gaining strength ignite into a roaring fire. I’m burning for him.
“Then we met on the elevator. My cock was hard the second you stepped on. You found my bird charming rather than being disgusted by his filthy mouth. That’s the day I stopped tracking you. That’s the day I turned off the video feeds and relegated myself with only finding things out that came from your lips. I knew then I was ruined. I knew my actions leading up to that would end with me losing you, but it was already too late. Had I known that things could be different, that we’d be compatible, that you were everything I fantasized about, I would go back and change it. But I can’t. I can’t change the fact that I stalked you. I can’t turn back time and let it happen naturally because I know that I would’ve somehow fucked it up.”
His deep inhale of breath makes my pulse pound in my throat, and I close my eyes, content to suffer his teasing and the sound of his voice. It’s the most delicious torture.
“We met in the elevator by chance. That day in the mail room was by chance. I didn’t orchestrate any of that.”
“You lied to me. Everything was a lie,” I whisper, emotion once again clogging my throat.
“My feelings for you aren’t a lie. My attraction to you isn’t a lie. The way we fit together, the way nearly every aspect of our individual lives lines up with the other wasn’t created to win you over.”
“I can’t trust anything because of what you did.”
His chin rests on my tummy, and I can feel his eyes burning into my face, but I can’t look down at him.
Silence surrounds us, but the game he’s playing isn’t over. His mouth finds my breasts, first nipping at the bottom before gentle but insistent teeth bite my nipple.
The groan that rushes past my lips is broken and full of a need I refuse to beg him for.
“Did you search my name after I told you what it was?” His words are whispered against my flesh. “Did you look for information on me?”
My jaw snaps closed.
“So it’s okay for you to look into me, but not the other way around?”
“I didn’t find anything,” I huff.
“But you looked. It’s what we do. It’s second nature to find things out, to try to control the narrative. I understand you’re mad. I’d be pissed too if I found out my systems were overridden. I’d be livid, so angry. But then I’d think about who was doing it and why. Put my shoes on for this, Whitney. A failed attempt is still an attempt. I wasn’t phishing you. I wasn’t using information against you.”
“You read the forums,” I argue. “You found out my secrets.”
“Secrets you posted online, baby. Secrets that only made us even more suitable for each other. I didn’t change my opinions. I haven’t adjusted my expectations. I need someone who obeys as much as you need someone who commands.”
I hiss a needy breath when his fingers skate over my clit. I feel like I’ve been here hours, waiting for him to touch me there, and now when I’m at my most vulnerable, when I’m actually listening to what he’s saying and beginning to believe he’s right, he makes me lose my mind.
“Make me come,” I demand with what little power I have spread out and chained to a bed.
“Tell me you love me, too.”
My breaths rush past my lips. I can’t do that. I’m too vulnerable to make that decision, to confess my heart could only be this broken because I gave him the power to hurt me by handing that stupid muscle over in the first place.
“Tell me you forgive me at least,” he pleads, his voice broken and full of unspoken emotion.
I focus my eyes on the ceiling, only blinking when they become full of my tears.
Chapter 35
Wren
I knew walking out of here with a broken heart was always a possibility.
I knew that my fuckups could be what ruined my life.
If she tells me to eat dirt, I can’t really blame her.
I broke her trust.
Lies of omission are still lies.
And she’s right. I did go after her online. I did put myself in the position for her to help me on that game. I did strike up conversation and flirt with her knowing exactly who she was.
But who wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to get to know the love of their