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This was the most beautiful madness Thomas had let get himself involved in. Everything about this woman was rocking his world. Watching her back arch under his weight, watching her struggle with those restraints but yet maintain her brave and fierce composure, and with all of that still be so adorably cute. This was madness, Thomas Silversson did not do cute. He either unleashed his rage on the whole world or launched one successful business after another. He knew no other ways of dealing with himself. And now there was Enya and he was ready to lose his mind the moment he buried himself inside her.
It took all his willpower to hold back and not to cum right at that moment. If this kept on happening, he was going to make a complete fool of himself, a failure who was so obsessed with this woman that he almost came the moment he entered her body.
His woman, he thought about how those words sounded as he thrust into her.
Slow, carefully slow, to keep the control over the situation. He needed to be in control, and not of just their joint bodies but everything that was happening between them. This… relationship was reaching uncharted territory terrifyingly fast. Thomas never dated women. He took them hard and fast and then moved on. Now, he was smiling like a complete idiot, calling Enya Williams his woman in his mind.
Would she consider herself the same? She did enjoy his rough lovemaking. Thomas knew that much for sure. She never complained about anything he did. That just made this woman even hotter and more desirable for him.
Enya’s moans filled his mind and Thomas lost the track of his thoughts. Every time he thrust into her hot pussy, he tried to go deeper, to claim more of her. He wanted to prolong the pleasure of being squeezed inside her tight little hole.
Though fully dressed and his body art covered from her eyes, Thomas felt completely naked and exposed every time he made love to Enya.
Why did she want to stare into my eyes when I took her? Was it not enough that she had compluicated everything in my life already? Now she wants me to bear my soul to her?
Despite his questions to himself, Thomas knew that he did want that. It was difficult to admit, yet he knew it was true. But was he ready?
He kissed the side of her throat as he felt pleasure bloom inside her. She was so close. She was not a screamer, but her silent moans did wicked things to him. Her body responded to his every caress, every thrust, be that gentle or rough, she accepted all of him. When she found release, he kissed her mouth, drinking in her silent screams.
***
It was around six in the morning when he untied her. Enya’s tired body collapsed on the table. He hoped that none of her customers were going to sit at that table today. All the fragrant dessert he needed was right here and was served to him. He was still greedy for more, but he knew she would not be up for round three. She did look sleepy.
“You wanted to talk,” Enya murmured as she climbed off the table and pulled her ragged jeans on.
Compared to the dress she wore last time, this pair of worn, faded jeans hid all the delicious curves of her body. He groaned, displeased when she put on her tank top and a jacket on top of it.
She wanted to talk. There was so much he needed to tell her. He was ready to spill it out the moment he saw her sitting cross-legged on that table. Now, as the first lights of the morning filled the shop, he knew he needed his protective box back around him. He looked into her eyes, so honest, so stubborn. She wanted him to grant her with the same honesty, talk to her and let her get close.
“Not much to tell,” he looked away.
Whenever he was not sure about things or felt insecure, he always chose to be the arrogant billionaire. It was always easier to hate him than love him.
“Why are you doing that?” Enya shook her head.
She folded the scarf and shoved it into a drawer behind the cash counter. That scarf was the symbol of his feelings and her submission to him. Now, annoyed with him, she was hiding it away from him. Somehow, he thought he had connection with that scarf. It pained him, as it would’ve hurt if she was gone.
“Doing what?” He knew what she was going to say. Still, he needed to hear those words again, coming out of her mouth they hurt him more than just the thoughts in his mind.
“One moment you pull me close to you and next you slap me with your coldness and push away,” she threw her hands to her sides.
“You are giving too much thought to all this,” he looked out of the window to hide his eyes from her. He knew she would read the bluff in his gaze if he let her see his soul. Around this woman, he felt like an open book and seemed she had figured out how to read every word of it and even between the lines.
“Am I?” She insisted, stubborn as ever. That was what made Enya Williams so irresistibly adorable. “Or maybe it’s you who still wants to be the lonely hurting kid who was left behind? Maybe it’s you who is giving too much thought and hides behind his huge empire?”
Thomas pulled a chair and sat down. He felt his knees were going to fail him. The ground shook beneath him. Suddenly, the solid foundation under his feet was slipping away. This was madness. She was neither his damned girlfriend nor his shrink. Why would she even think she had the right to poke into his soul and ask those questions? Nobody, nobody ever had the stamina to ask him such questions. He always had those walls around him high and erect, like a fortress protecting what was only his.
One look at her was a blow powerful enough to crash all those defenses to the ground. All of his anger was gone when he looked into those stubborn dark eyes. All he could think about, was those freckles that made her shine with the innocence of a child. She was making him too soft-hearted. That could not be allowed. Not with the way he lived his life.
Thomas felt like the words were going to burst out of him. All those stories of his past he had pushed back to the depth of his mind; another moment and those words were going to choke him. He wanted to tell her everything. His memories of his parents, how they preferred their stupid childish love for music and touring, and thought a child was just extra baggage for their youthful lives.
If he started telling anything about his past to her, he was pretty sure nothing was going to stop him. He would tell it all, from the very first memory of his parents, to the day he stepped into Olivia’s house, and last but not least, the only way he found to deal with his anger and hate toward the world.
Suddenly, he knew his secrets were too heavy a burden to share so easily. The secret of his double-life needed to be only his. That was the one thing he held against the whole world. Thomas was not ready to share it with her, not with anyone. Not yet. Telling any of it to Enya would’ve meant bringing this whole madness to a completely new level. This was not the day to define what they were. Not when there was so much at the stake. Not when she could end up hating him tomorrow and crashing the heart he had never trusted to anyone. He leaned back in his chair and smiled his arrogant billionaire grin.
“And this is the part when we sit down and tell each other all the heart-wrecking stories of our past?” He cocked his brow and narrowed his eyes on her.
He knew exactly how he was playing with her emotions. He was pushing her away, proving how right she and the whole world had been not to trust him, ever.
“I... I am sorry,” her voice was little. She held his gaze for one moment, and then looked away. He could see her fight tears.
“Let me remind you one thing, darling,” he forced himself to continue. He made that ‘darling’ sound more like a tease than the sensual word he always meant when he talked to her. If there was one thing Thomas L. Silversson was good at, that was his skill of making a complete jerk out of himself. “You met my grandmother by accident. ‘Meeting the family bullshit’ was never my intention. Offering a free read of the book of my life is not my intention either.”
His words were cold. If they hurt her half as much as they did him, he knew she would never forgive him.
“How about we continue this fruitful discussion in my office?” He rose from the chair and stepped closer to her. Her head turned to him, her expression puzzled. He was not making sense to her. Her mouth suddenly opened in an ‘O’. Finally, the realization hit him. He did not give her time to reflect on it. Not yet. “I will have my lawyers bring the new agreement for you. Again.”
“There is no need for that,” Enya pursed her lips. Her body was trembling, but she did her best to keep her cool. Her voice was low, yet balanced and menacing. Like that of a little beast fighting for dear life. There were very few people who earned so much admiration and respect for their courage from him. This woman beat them all. “I’ve got it.”
“Good,” he shrugged, “Then bring it with you. Signed. Oh, and don’t forget that pretty scarf of yours. I might want to try some new things with it.”
Her freckles grew so much darker, he could almost taste her rage in his mouth. He had ruined their moment he knew it. Thomas L. Silversson never let himself regret anything he did. Even for those things that hurt him more than anyone else. If he was going to hell, better to that in style, like a true villain.
He did not deserve her love anyway. Why cherish illusions that some day he could be worth her? Better give her the time and space to concentrate on her work and figure out how to proceed with it. He had not created a very good situation for her and ss much as he wanted to help, there was only so much he could do for her. He had offered to buy dozens of such shops for her or to pay twenty times more. But none of that was what Enya wanted. She was not there to fish for the best deal.
Enya paced around the counter. He was ready to hear her yell at him, call him names, pour out all her anger and hate at him. She did none of that. Retrieving the scarf from the drawer behind the counter, she simply handed it to him.
“You will get the agreement soon. Signed. Now, you need to go Mr. Silversson.”
Then, the woman who had stolen his heart turned away from him and disappeared through the kitchen door. Thomas waited and waited and waited. She was too stubborn. He loved that special Enya-blend of stubborn. Accepting his defeat, Thomas L. Silversson left the pastry shop. He had left his crushed feelings there but had received a small token, a piece of memory, a scarf that carried the fragrance of the woman he loved.