Page 19 of Seeking Vengeance

I’ll make Bishop return to Perfezione tomorrow. He can obtain the security videos from my friends in management. If I’m lucky, she may have fled our hotel rendezvous toward the restaurant, maybe caught a cab and been lax enough to use a credit card as payment.

“You waited for me?” The brunette saunters over from the bathroom, her lipstick reapplied.

“I did.” I push from the wall, hating how much she’s a poor substitute. Hating myself even more for moving forward regardless. “I thought we could use a little privacy.”

I grab her hand and drag her into me. She giggles like a child and I slam my mouth to hers to shut her up. But this isn’t Denver. The kiss is awkward, her lips taking too damn long to match my rhythm.

What I picture with my fantasy girl is far more brilliant.

Fated and perfect.

The only reason I keep my mouth fused to hers is the knowledge that I need something more than my own hand to gain relief from my suffering. Five fingers and a sweaty palm won’t dislodge the woman commanding my thoughts. I’m not sure anything will.

I keep our lips meshed and drag her hips into me, settling her against my cock. She moans, the vibrations filtering along my tongue, into my chest.

I picture the most brilliant blue eyes. The lushest thighs. The sexiest coy smile.

With rough hands I spin her, making her face the wall. I guide her flush against the cool plaster, her long hair cascading over her back, the sight a hundred times easier to manipulate in my mind.

This is what I want. What I fantasized about on the jet home. The slim waist. Beautiful hair. Athletic legs. I close in against her, my mouth on her neck, my hard dick pressing against her ass.

“You’ve made me crazy,” I growl into her ear. “Fucking mindless.”

She giggles, the sound stifling the illusion. It goddamn slingshots me from fantasy to sickening reality, the hardness of my cock taking the brunt of the downfall.

“Shh.” I clasp a hand over her mouth. “You don’t want anyone walking around here to see us, do you?”

She whimpers in agreement and wiggles her ass against me.

“Good girl.” I close my eyes, willing myself to seeheragain.To picture Denver. “From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you.” I graze my teeth along her neck, delighting in her shiver. “So confident, yet so pure.”

She whimpers again and this time the sound is masked by my palm.

“I’ll make sure you never forget me.” I hitch her skin-tight dress higher with my free hand, dragging the material over her thighs to her waist, then yank at the flimsy string of underwear until it breaks. “You’re mine.”

“Oh, wow. You’re so dominant.” She tilts her head away from my hold on her mouth, glancing at me over her shoulder. “When did you first notice me? Was it tonight or has this been going on for a while?”

“Quiet.” I speak through clenched teeth. Through pure frustration. “Don’t talk.”

“But I need to know. I want to understand.” Her words continue to run a mile a minute. “How long have you been obsessed with me?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. Clench my teeth.Shit.

My cock falls limp like a turncoat little bitch.

After dealing with a day-long half-mast dick, the fucker decides no flags will be flying tonight.

Fucking great.

“This was a mistake.” I step back, my jaw tight with tension, my palms slick with sweat. I should’ve fought this shit out instead of trying to fuck it.

“No, it’s not.” She turns, her mound on display. “I want this. Ireallywant this.”

She’s nothing like Denver. I don’t know how I convinced myself otherwise. Her makeup is overstated. Her clothing cheap and tawdry. And that face.Jesus. What the hell was I thinking?

“Cover yourself and return to your friends.” I right my jacket. “This isn’t happening.”

“But I want it to.” She grabs my lapels, attempting to drag me into her. “I’m so horny.”

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