his lips on mine. His palms rested on my temples, his long fingers in my hair. His mouth moved against mine.
“I’ve told you before. I want you, Rebecca.” He pulled me into his embrace, pressing his erection into my stomach to make his point.
My mind whirled, spinning out of control. I was over being ‘wanted’ without commitment. I liked sex as much as any other normal person, but I wasn’t going to be used by a man who only wanted me that way. I wasn’t an object, a thing to be collected and then trashed.
If Maxwell had grown tired of the current ‘Mrs. Grant’, and if he thought he could simply replace her with me, how soon would he throw me away too?
There was probably an escape clause in the contract with Natasha—I even felt sorry for her. And if Maxwell thought I’d sign a similar contract, he was fucking dreaming.
“No.” I pushed against his chest.
“Rebecca,” he groaned, “still fighting me. You can stop now. I've explained everything. I’m not married.”
“That doesn’t change anything! You still have a contract with her. It may not be a legal marriage, but you still fuck her—as if she IS your wife. Let me go!”
He responded by banding his arms tighter around me; his mouth crashing down hard on mine. I wanted to resist. Wanted to fight him, but I found myself melting into him, devoured by his passion. His thick, hard cock throbbed against me, causing liquid fire to spread through my body, every fiber in my being screaming out for him. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. The realization shook me to my core.
“No, Maxwell!” I pulled my head back and pushed against his rock-hard abs. “Let me go!”
His arms fell to his sides, his mouth dropping open in disbelief. Taking a step backward, his eyes ablaze, he gritted his teeth. “You want me too. I felt it. Your body betrays your words, Rebecca.”
I closed my eyes unable to look at him for fear he would see the truth there. Stepping further away from him, I crossed my arms over my heavy breasts and hardened nipples in an attempt to hide my arousal. I needed distance between us so I could think clearly.
“You can't possibly think I will agree to a similar contract with you.” I opened my eyes and stared into confused eyes. “Just so you can throw me away when you tire of me and find a better proposition later. I'm not some business deal. I don’t need you.”
His jaw worked overtime, clenching tightly as he looked at me in disbelief.
“But I need you, and I will have you. You can run, but you can't hide. I will find you.” His arms were crossed, his jaw set, his eyes blazing. “You. Will. Be. Mine. There is no escape, Rebecca.”
“Not till hell freezes over.” I pivoted on my heels and made my way to the elevator. I pressed the button, praying for the doors to open instantly so I could escape before my resolve crumbled.
No such luck. His long strides caught up with me. He grabbed hold of my wrists. “Stop running, Rebecca. Face the truth. I want you. You want me. It couldn’t be simpler.”
I turned to him, lashing out. “It may be simple for you. You always get what you want, but not this time. I’m not for sale. I won’t be your possession to fuck when you need it and then throw me away—like Natasha.” My throat burned with tears.
“Is that what you think?” He blinked a few times, incredulous.
“What else can I think?” I bit out, determined not to cry front of him.
“ Rebecca .” He reached out and pulled me to him gently, his arms folding around me once more. He rested his chin on the crown of my head. My arms dangled by my sides, so I couldn’t push him away. If only it didn’t feel so good in his embrace.
“If you just listen to what I’m trying to say. Yes, I want you desperately. Yes, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you.”
A sigh from deep within escaped his lips. “So I’m prepared to
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