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“Ed...” I begin to scream out his name, and my breath catches when he drives into me again, “…die.”

“Again,” he demands as he picks up his pace and lessens his depth. His words are breathless and heady when he commands, “Scream my name. Let everyone know whose fucking cunt this is. Scream it as I fucking fill you with my cum.”

Hardly able to breathe as he continues to slam against my ass, I have no choice but to give him what he wants. The orgasm building at my center shoots through my body like fire. “It’s yours, Eddie,” I pant as I struggle to catch my breath through the painful euphoria.

“Mine,” he roars as he slams into me. His cock twitches inside of me as his hips tremble against my ass. Filling me and marking me as his.

Continuing to pin me to the wall with his hands, and with his cock still deep in me, he presses his sweaty forehead to the nape of my neck. His deep, warm breaths blow against my back as he catches his breath. After taking a deep inhale, he whispers, “I’ll fix this.”

You have to…

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

EDMUND

Harper

I don’t think I can do this.

You can.

But you don’t have to.

That video will ruin my life.

Nikki’s. Yours.

Do NOT do this for me.

I’d play the video of me taking your ass in the middle of Times Square.

If you do this, you do it for you.

I’m working on making this all go away.

Liz will lose her shit, but I’ve enlisted Grant to try to hack into Detective Asshole’s devices to wipe the video in question from existence. He’s doing it under the guise of me not wanting to tarnish my real estate empire, but he’s doing it.

It's just sex.

It’s never JUST sex.

There are always feelings.

Just these ones are disgust and disdain.

Anger, hatred, and rage are more accurate. Coupled with constant thoughts of putting his body beneath one of my builds.

The need to protect her—protect what is mine—and keep his hands away from her has consumed my mind since I walked out of her apartment the other day. Planning full and well to make good on my promise to her. Enough so that when the opportunity to run him down on Main Street presented itself, I floored the accelerator and nearly took him out. Broad daylight and too many witnesses are the only reason he’s still vertical today.

Open the door.

What?

Don’t make me repeat myself, Harper.

You know what happens when you don’t listen.

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