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  I could do anything to her, or with her.

  And that’s exactly what I’m planning on doing.

  Chapter 15

  TAHLIA

  I’ve never had an orgasm. I realize it as he makes me come, finally, after so many trivial relationship, so many blind dates gone wrong.

  I let myself have that one blissful moment before I allow it all to crash down on me.

  I watch his bare body as he gets up straight after we finish, walking to the shower. I realize what I’ve done, and I want to cry.

  But more than that, I want to do it again, my mind already begging for more, oh please Heath , more-

  Chapter 16

  HEATH

  Let me tell you a little secret.

  I’m famous for running the company that isn’t rightfully mine. I’m notorious for fucking young models, actresses and starlets and leaving them shattered when I’ve had enough. They describe me smirk as the ‘stuff our wet dreams are made of’, and they love me even though I treat them all like shit.

  They love painting me as the bad guy, thinking I’m really not that bad. Thinking I’ll love the right woman eventually, will settle down and play the good guy in a few years’ time.

  You know what they don’t know?

  I’m just as fucked up as they say.

  Chapter 17

  TAHLIA

  It’s ages before he comes out of the shower and I’ve resorted to wiping my sticky body standing at the kitchen sink, since he’s locked the door to my bathroom. I’m fuming a little, but at the same time, the remnants of my orgasm are still making me shaky.

  He comes out of the bathroom eventually as I stand awkwardly in front of the fridge. I cover myself with my hands halfheartedly, not sure what happens next.

  It’s hard to keep my eyes off his body. He’s so toned it’s ridiculous, his muscles rippling under the skin like an animal’s. He’s got a towel in his hands, barely covering his cock.

  He sees me looking and tosses it to the side carelessly, walking up to me and standing only a few inches away. I barely manage to tear my eyes from his navel, looking intently at his collarbone, too scared to venture up to his face with my eyes.

  “Have you had sex before?” he asks finally, and my eyes shoot up in anger.

  “What the hell do you mean?” I demand.

  He smirks and shrugs at the same time and it’s driving me insane. “Don’t know, you seem pretty inexperienced to me,” he explains vaguely.

  I want to slap him, and I’m already raising my hand, but he catches it in mid-air. “No,” he says sweetly, the warning in his voice apparent as he draws out the syllable.

  “I’m 23,” I growl at him. “I’ve done stuff-”

  “I’m sure you have,” he mocks me. “Boring, trivial, safe stuff.”

  I think of the two men I’ve slept with. One was my high school boyfriend, and we used to sneak into his dad’s garage and do it on the floor. Despite our surroundings, he was all about taking it slow, soft and sweet. And then a college fling, a guy who would booty call me every so often and I’d respond because he was handsome as fuck. But he came in a matter of minutes, and the orgasms I thought I had now seem like a fizzled out firework.

  “You don’t know shit about me,” I spit out, and he laughs, because we both know I’m defeated.

  I try to move away, but he comes closer until I’m pinned to the fridge. His hand shoots up and plays with my nipples, which harden instantly for him. Fuck my body, I think angrily. He may touch my skin, but he sure as fuck isn’t getting under it.

  “What’s there to know?” he says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as he keeps playing with my breasts.

  “Guess you’ll find out,” I offer meekly, trying not to gasp as he touches me. “If you … make an effort to do so.”

  “I don’t care who you are,” he says, his voice’s softness a strange contrast to the harsh words. I look at him quizzically, finally meeting his eye. His gaze is dark and devilish, and I can barely make out his dilated pupils. His eyes are no longer the slate gray, but a burning black.

  “You are who I tell you,” he continues, tipping my chin back with his free hand. “You are who I want you to be. You do what I say.”

  “What do I get from that?” I ask defiantly, and I pray for the answer to come in physical form.

  And so it does.

  He twists my nipple until I gasp loudly.

  Before I can react, he moves away and stretches as my eyes roam his body. He heads over to the living room again and starts pulling on his clothes. I watch, confused and desperate for him to stay, but obviously he’s gotten what he wanted.

  I need to trick him into staying. I think of the handcuffs a girlfriend bought me that are still in their packaging in my closet. I think of my stepbrother putting them on my wrists, and I figure I might tempt him …

  “Let’s play a game,” I offer between gulps of air, my heart bleeding with need for him.

  He types something into his phone and looks up at me with a smirk as he walks to the door.

  “We already are,” he explains, just before walking out on me. Again.

  THE END

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