“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
I grabbed the handle of my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I bent into him, meeting him at eye level. “Gideon was raped. One of these days, you and your wife are going to look him in the eye like I’m looking at you and you’re going to admit it. And you’re going to apologize for all the years he’s lived with that alone.”
“Eva.”
Gideon’s voice cracked through the air, making me jump. Straightening in a rush, I stumbled as I faced him.
He stood in the open doorway, his hand gripping the handle with such force it should’ve broken off. His face was hard, his body stiff, his gaze searing me with a different kind of heat.
Fury. I’d never seen him so angry.
Chris pushed heavily to his feet. “Gideon. What’s going on? What is she saying?”
Gideon’s arm shot out and grabbed me. He yanked me into the hallway with such force I yelped in alarm. I felt the bite of his fingers even after he released me.
With his hand at the small of my back, he propelled me forward, his stride so long and quick I had to scramble to keep pace.
“Gideon, wait,” I said breathlessly, my heart pounding. “We—”
“Not a f**king word,” he snapped, pushing me roughly through the etched glass security doors into the elevator vestibule.
I heard Chris calling Gideon’s name. I caught sight of him rushing toward us just before the elevator doors shut him out.
9
AS I LED Eva out of the Crossfire, Angus took one look at my face and his smile disappeared. He opened the rear door to the Bentley and stepped aside, watching me urge my wife into the backseat.
Our gazes met over her head as she slid into the back. I read the message in his faded blue eyes. Be gentle with her.
He didn’t know how hard it was for me to show as much restraint as I was managing. I could feel the vein pulsating in my temple, echoing the driving pulse beat that had my c**k throbbing.
I’d nearly stopped the elevator halfway down to f**k Eva against the wall like an animal. The only things that deterred me were the security cameras and watchful guard eyes monitoring the feed.
I wanted to leash her. Sink my teeth into her shoulder as I nailed her. Dominate her. She was a tigress, clawing and hissing at everyone she felt had done me wrong, and I needed to pin her down. Make her submit.
“Goddamn it,” I bit out, rounding the back of the car to get in on the other side. Eva was a wild card. I couldn’t control her.
I folded into the seat and slammed the door shut, staring out the window because I was afraid of what I’d do if I looked at her. She was the air I breathed and at the moment, I couldn’t catch my breath.
She set her hand on my thigh. “Gideon . . .”
Grabbing that slender hand wearing my ring, I shoved it between my legs and thrust my aching dick into her palm. “Open your mouth again and that’s what I’m putting in it.”
She gasped.
Angus slid behind the wheel and started the car. I felt Eva’s gaze on the side of my face. Her hand pulled away and I nearly groaned at the loss of her touch. Then she shifted, curling into my side. Her other hand slid back between my legs, cupping my c**k possessively. Her lips pressed a kiss against my jaw.
My arm went around her back. I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent.
The Bentley pulled away from the curb and we melded into midtown traffic.
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IT wasn’t until we pulled over in front of the office building where Dr. Petersen kept his office that I remembered our appointment. I’d been counting the minutes until we got home and I could take Eva the way I needed to . . . fast . . . hard . . . furious.
She started sitting up when Angus got out of the car. I tightened my arm around her. “Not today,” I said tightly.
“Okay,” she whispered, kissing my jaw again.