Page 85 of One Little Lie
“What do you need, Hatty? Are you okay?”
Am I okay? No. No, I’m not.Every darkness that has held me in its grasp was just upended. I found out everything I believed to be true was wrong. That I hurt us all for nothing. My life just spun out of control, so no, I’m not okay, but I don’t tell her that. I can’t. I just got her back, and I’m going to hang onto her with both hands.
“Please, Hatty. You’re scaring me. What do you need?” Her gaze is pleading, and though I don’t deserve her, I need her.
“I need you. I just need you.”
An almost unhealthy need to dominate her takes over, and I swear she can read my mind. A heavy second passes between us, and as her tears dry, they’re replaced with pools of pure sin. She lunges forward, and our lips crash in a frantic clash of teeth and tongues.
Slipping a hand between us, she cups my cock through the denim. With nowhere for it to grow, it fights against the confines of the zipper. When she squeezes, it’s almost too much for me to take.
I rise to my knees, taking Rylan with me. She claws at the button of my pants, and I growl, realizing she’s as needy as I am. She wastes no time ripping open the button or lowering the zipper before her hand slips below to find me commando.
“Fuck the pants,” I grind out, then release her to toe off my shoes and remove my jeans. My gaze never leaves hers, and it somehow turns me on even more. I’m a hairsbreadth away from beast mode, but I don’t want to hurt her. I’ve never felt so out of control before, and I tell her so.
“Are you sure, Rylan? This is what you want? I don’t think I can be gentle right now.”
Her chest rises and falls as if she was sprinting. I can feel her arousal from here, but she’ll have to say it.
“There are a lot of ways you could break me, Hatty, but sex isn’t one of them. I’m not the timid, little girl you knew back then.”
Rage roils in my gut at the thought of her living her life with other men … a fury so hot I scare myself, and take a step back.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Her words are a demand as she confidently steps out of her own tiny shorts.
My jaw clicks as I try to gain control. She steps into my space and runs one long nail down the center of my chest, stopping at the top of my pubic bone.
“You won’t break me. Not this way, Hatty. I’m yours. Show me what you need.”
Something in me snaps. I’m no longer the distinguished CFO of The Westbrook Group. I’m not the wannabe artist. I’m not the black sheep or the panic-riddled man afraid of the spotlight. No. When that last tether breaks, I’m set free, and every obsessive, dominating caveman instinct I have rears its ugly heads.
There’s no stopping me, and there’s no turning back. Rylan just set me free, and I won’t be able to stop until I own every goddamn inch of her.
Chapter 28
Rylan
My breath hitches as I watch Hatty transform before my eyes, and I take a tentative step back. My false bravado of a second ago vanishes as he glares at me with wolfish intent.
“H-Hatty?”
“Are you nervous?” His voice is low, dangerous, and sets my sex on fire.
I gulp past my nerves and steel my resolve. This is Hatty, after all. He won’t hurt me. Not physically, anyway. Emotionally is still up in the air.
I nod, unable to form words.
His eyes flash with warmth for the briefest of seconds. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispers. When he blinks, the warmth is replaced with an inferno. “But this is going to be fast. Hard. I’m going to fuck you, Rylan. I don’t care who enters this room. I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name, and it’s echoing through every inch of this mountain. I’m going to fuck that twatwaddler right out of your memory. I’m going to fuck you so hard that the only thought you’ll ever have again is me. Between your legs. With my tongue. My fingers. My dick so deep inside you’ll have to beg for breath. When you move, it will be me you feel. It will be me you think of. Me. Do you understand?”
Nodding, I try not to swallow my tongue. I’ve never seen Hatty like this, or been more aroused than I am at this very moment. Jesus. He hasn’t even touched me, and my pussy is so wet I flush crimson.
I don’t ever remember him being this worked up. This intense. A part of me feels the need to flee, or remind him that he pushed me into someone else’s arms, not the other way around. But staring into those haunted, glacier-blue eyes, now is not the time for those words. Now is the time to show him I’ve always belonged to him, even when he didn’t deserve me.
“Words, princess. I need your words.”
His voice pierces the silence, startling me into action. “I-I understand.”
He steps forward, his cock bobbing angrily between us until it pokes me in the stomach. I’m not short, but he seems to have grown to behemoth size as he towers over me. Every muscle in his body ripples with awareness. From his broad shoulders to his pronounced pecs, down to his toned abs, and into that insane V I’ve never found sexy until this very moment.
