Page 129 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
Going back to the apartment wasn’t an option. While Ben had assured me it was still available when I called him earlier, I couldn’t possibly put Case through that one more time, let alone many. I’d never seen him react to anything like that before and I wasn’t sure I could bear to witness it again.
So the only option I had was to find a place for us to go. Buying a place was ideal, but that meant finding somewhere to stay in the meantime. We could stay in a hotel for a few weeks if we had to, but I was hoping to avoid that at all costs.
The sound of a vehicle pulling up caught my attention and I pushed to my feet to see who it was. Case had insisted he had to go for a training session with Trent, although he’d told me this morning he didn’t have one scheduled. Figuring he needed some time to himself, I hadn’t tried to stop him.
However, Case’s truck wasn’t the one that had pulled into the driveway.
A minute later, the front door opened and Tank came charging into the room, making a beeline for me. I squatted down to pet him as I usually did.
“Hey,” I greeted Zeke, eyeing him in an effort to gauge his mood.
“Where’s the pretty boy?”
“With Trent. Had a session.”
He looked skeptical. I couldn’t blame him. I’d had the same reaction.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked when I stood to my full height. “Are you hungry?”
He watched me for what felt like an eternity before he moved closer. My breath lodged somewhere in my chest as he neared. The man was imposing whether he was wearing a pair of jeans or that damn suit he was sporting now. However, I’d long ago learned it wasn’t the clothes that gave him the air of danger. Nor was it the bald head or the tattoos. Zeke’s intimidation factor was all in his black eyes, the way they took in everything around him, assessing.
My first instinct was to drop my gaze to the floor, gearing up to submit to him in any way that he wanted.
“I only want one thing right now,” Zeke stated, his tone as dark and rich as his eyes.
“What’s that?” I found myself asking.
Zeke took another step closer until there was only a breath between us. I wouldn’t back down no matter what. Not this time.
The next thing I knew, Zeke’s hand went around my head and he jerked me to him. I thought for a second he was going to remove the collar again, but his hand didn’t move once it cupped the back of my head.
“I don’t know what you and your boyfriend have done to me,” Zeke whispered. “Whatever it is, I don’t much care for it.”
His actions said otherwise. The way he tilted his head down, his gaze never straying from mine.
“I wasn’t supposed to want you,” he whispered, the dark tenor of his voice sending shockwaves rippling down my spine. “That wasn’t our deal.”
I couldn’t speak. He was too close, too warm, and he smelled so fucking good. Like musky man and erotic promises.
“Fuck it all,” Zeke rumbled before he jerked me close and slammed his mouth to mine.
I whimpered as I gave in to him, his embrace securing me to him as our lips met in an eager attempt to get closer. My arms went around him, my hands sliding beneath his suit jacket. I couldn’t resist him even if I’d wanted to. And I didn’t. The only thing that mattered was that he wasn’t pushing me away.
“Christ Almighty. You make me want things, Brax. Things I’m not supposed to want,” Zeke growled before changing the angle of the kiss and thrusting his tongue back into my mouth.
He said my name. It was the second time in as many days and it felt the same as before. My entire world tipped on its axis, and I was completely overwhelmed by how good it felt to hear him say it.
Unable to speak, I simply kissed him back, although there wasn’t anything simple about this kiss. It was rough and brutal, everything I’d come to know Zeke to be. But there was something deeper, an underlying hunger that belied all the kink I’d ever experienced.
His kiss was intoxicating. Pure, raw lust fueled us both. It had me hanging on for dear life as he ripped my T-shirt up over my head before he tossed it somewhere behind me. Somehow I managed to maintain my balance as he backed me toward the wall. My shoulders slammed up against it, but he didn’t stop. Zeke was on a mission, his hunger sharper than I’d ever seen it. Even the other night when he’d taken me bare in his bed. That had been as raw as it got, but there was something more here. A deeper, darker hunger. It made me feel powerful even as I felt overpowered by him.
