Page 100 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
This man made me feel things I’d never felt before. Maybe not the sweet intensity I felt with Brax, but there was something about our connection. It was palpable, a living, breathing thing that had me hoping for more, wanting him to embrace whatever this was building between us.
Zeke held me tighter, his teeth nipping my skin, his breath warm against my shoulder. I could feel a soft rumble in his chest. He was as worked up as I was, but he was still holding back.
Ah, fuck. This was not what I expected. The pleasure coiled hot and fierce inside me. This man had never touched me like this. He was always so impersonal. This felt like more.
Once the soap was gone from my skin, Zeke spun me around and backed me up against the tile. I cried out as the rough pieces scraped against my ass. The pain ignited sparks in my eyes, small white flashes dancing there.
Zeke’s hand remained on my throat as he pinned me against the wall, his eyes fierce as he stared back at me. I couldn’t look away even as the pain morphed into something more intense.
When he leaned forward and crushed his mouth to mine, all thought fled. The only things I was aware of were his lips, the brutal way he thrust his tongue into my mouth, his hand tightening, air becoming scarce. Still, I kissed him, desperate and eager for this man. I got the feeling I wasn’t kissing the Sadist. This was the man beneath it all. While he was still in charge, still dominant in every right, he was seeking something from me. Acceptance? Desire?
I wanted to give it to him. Whatever he needed.
But I didn’t touch him, fearful he would stop touching me if I did. I settled for having his lips brutally crushing mine as he owned the kiss.
When he finally pulled away, oxygen seeped back into my lungs as I stared into those glittering black eyes. I thought he would be angry, the way he’d been after he kissed Brax.
Anger wasn’t staring back at me.
No. Something else. Something potent.
Something that I feared was going to bring me to my knees.
TWENTY-FIVE
ZEKE
I COULDN’T EXPLAIN WHAT WAS going through my head as I kissed the pretty boy. I wanted him with a ferocity I hadn’t experienced in a damn long time. I thought back to the scene at the club, my mind automatically drawing on the memory of Jane walking the pretty boy away to an aftercare room. For the first time, I had felt as though I should’ve been the one caring for him.
And now, as I feasted on his mouth, the warmth of his body lured me closer. I couldn’t stop myself. Even knowing the cowboy was kneeling feet away, I didn’t want to stop. It was insanity in its purest form.
But I did have to stop myself. I couldn’t allow this to go too far.
Pulling back, I took a deep breath, then shut off the water. I grabbed a towel, pretending the pretty boy wasn’t standing there staring at me with wild eyes and swollen lips. My cock was so damn hard, yet for some reason, I wanted more than a quick fuck.
After drying off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the mirror over the sink.
“Both of you can go to the bedroom,” I said absently, refusing to make eye contact with either one of them.
When they left me in peace, I grabbed my toothbrush and went through the motions. I stared at myself, trying to figure out what was different. The past week had been phenomenal. Aside from the minor setback with the cowboy, I’d thoroughly enjoyed myself. And even that … the way the cowboy had admitted he was jealous… That hadn’t been so bad. It was my reaction to the situation that threw me. I didn’t want to get close to them, because once I did, once I made the mistake of wanting more, they would be gone.
After rinsing my mouth, I shook my head and glared at the man staring back at me. I wouldn’t want more. That was all there was to it. I had to move forward the way we had been. I didn’t necessarily have to toss them to the curb to maintain my control, either. We could simply enjoy this for as long as it lasted.
I glanced down to see my cock was tenting the towel. It needed some attention and it was no longer waiting. I freed my cock from its cotton cavern, tossing the towel over the rack before I headed toward the bedroom.
The cowboy was still kneeling on the floor, his eyes following me as I walked. He had yet to say a word, and I had to admit, I was rather impressed with how he was handling this. Only one more day to go before he could get back to his normal life. Admittedly, I couldn’t wait for that to happen because I had a few things in mind for him. Things that wouldn’t require him to play dress-up or eat out of a bowl on the floor.
