I sat there frozen for a few seconds, not really comprehending what I was hearing. When had I told him? I hadn’t said anything about Rhys going to the gala. And then it hit me. My babysitting text. I talked about picking up a dress and babysitting. Anger stabbed at my gut, twisting it, churning it as I thought about what else I may have let slip. I’d been so stupid. Here I thought we had something else going on. Maybe this wasn’t just a little dance we were playing with one another, and then this.

He used me. I let him use me. I hopped up from the couch and he grabbed my wrist. I tried to shake him free, but his grip tightened.

“Where are you going?” he asked, dropping the ice to the couch. The cubes fell out of the towel and scattered on the floor.

“I’m leaving,” I said, willing myself not to cry. I’m a fucking moron.

“You’re not leaving, Rachel,” he said, pulling me closer.

“I am leaving. I can’t believe you went there tonight and got into a fight with my boss.”

“You’re not leaving, Rachel,” he repeated, like he had a say in what I did. “Do I need to remind you of my rules? I dropped my eyes. The anger gone, replaced with something else. My desire warred with anger at my weakness. Why did I let him do this? Because I’d never felt more alive. I’d never lived dangerously.

Everything I’d built was at stake. If Killian got his way, effectively sabotaging Rhys, I’d lose my job. The work I did would end. Even if Rhys started up again, I wouldn’t be coming along. I loved my job, but going behind your boss’s back and sleeping with the enemy weren’t exactly ways to prove your loyalty, no matter why I said I was doing it in the beginning.

Killian was like fire chasing after me and I’d stopped running. Instead, I’d turned around and crept closer. The fire threatened to consume me whole but I enjoyed the burn. Killian stood, keeping his grip on my wrist.

“Have you been following my rules, sweetheart?” His voice sent shivers down my spine and my skin began to tingle. My heart hammered in my chest, changing from the beat of anger to a different beat. A pulsing that ran through my entire body and centered on my pussy, which despite everything I tried to tell myself, was soaking. Dammit.

“Have you come since I let you leave last week?” he asked, pressing his chest against mine. The hard plane of his chest, pushing against my chest, as my traitorous nipples pebbled against my shirt.

“Are you wet right now?” he asked, darkly, his stubble rubbing against the side of my face. I sucked in a breath as his fingers popped open the buttons on my jeans and he slid the zipper down. Stop him, my mind screamed. Stop him and walk out of here. You’re stronger than this. But my body had other plans. His hand travelled lower, dipping under the waistband of my panties and cupping my pussy. An inch lower and he’d know.

“Are you?” he interrogated me with his husky voice, his hot breath making the hairs on my neck rise. I shook my head. “Liar,” he said, plunging his hand deeper and parting the lips of my pussy. The wet sound made its way to my ears and I felt the heat traveling up my neck. His fingers delved into my folds, finding their way inside me. He started with one finger and added another, pumping into me, nearly lifting me off the ground with the force of his thrusts. I held onto his shoulders, as the veins on his forearm bulged under the assault. An attack so powerful, the tingling in my toes shot straight to my clit and I cried out.

“Killian, please,” I begged. If he kept this up there’d be no stopping the freight train barreling through me so fast it took my breath away.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, knocking me back onto the couch and ripping the jeans down, off my legs. He grabbed a condom and got in between my legs. It all happened so quickly, he left my panties on, pulling them aside, and sunk into me in one thrust.

I jackknifed up and screamed, clawing at his back as he pounded into me so hard it took my breath away and brought me so close to the orgasm I’d dreamed about since the minute my last one ended. Killian was a drug I hadn’t known existed. And I was addicted. Nobody warned me about someone like him. That something like this could happen. That I could fall so deeply for someone that everything I thought I knew about myself flew out the window and nothing else existed when we were together, but the two of us. No matter how screwed it was.

He pushed his fingers into my mouth as I cried out and I tasted myself on him. My cries got higher and more desperate as he reached down and squeezed my clit. I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t do it anymore.

“Don’t, sweetheart. Not yet. Wait for me,” he said, driving into me, pushing me higher than I’d ever been before. My pussy clamped down hard on his cock and I couldn’t breathe.

“Now,” he said, giving my clit one final squeeze, and I screamed so loud I was sure the neighbors would be calling the cops. Everything went black as I felt his cock expanding, stretching me a little more as he came inside me.

I came at his command, refusing to break his rules. How much longer until he broke me?