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don’t want you like this, not after her … not like this,” she moaned. However, her luscious bottom protruding hungrily, begging for my cock to keep plunging into her, blatantly stated otherwise.

I was consumed by this endless need to possess her, and the more she objected, the worse it got. It wasn’t technically about pride or ego, but something much more severe. What that was exactly, I couldn’t be sure.

All I could comprehend as of that moment was I needed to have her, or I would go mental. I had vowed to wait until Sunday and had tried to make excuses to go out of my way to avoid seeing her, but when she had marched in here, dressed to sexually stimulate me and looking as if she was ready to be at my beck and call, I couldn’t bloody resist.

“Feel me inside of you.”

Her drenched cunt felt sublime. It gripped my cock like a vice every time I slid out. As much as I loved the feeling of her, I knew the sex wouldn’t have this effect on me if it weren’t for the woman herself. There was just something about Serena: the way she walked, how her smile could mesmerize any hot-blooded man, how she laughed at her own expense, the beautiful way she looked at me when thoughtful. It was like I was the most enthralling thing she had set her eyes upon. She simply made me feel things, things that felt so foreign to my well-organized life.

Her threatening to walk away after she shook my world upside down was a despicable thing to even consider.

“You’re mine, Serena. I won’t allow another man to have you,” I breathed out with fervent conviction. “You’re mine and that’s that.”

The statement held true to my heart. There was no way I was going to lose her. I would fight her tooth and nail if she threatened to walk away again.

It wasn’t long until she and I reached our release, and just like the first time, it shook me to the core. The rational side of me ought to ponder what could result from such affairs, but I was too shaken, maybe even a little disturbed, to take a moment to reflect on it.

Watching her carefully in the mirror, my eyes grazed her tinted cheeks and how her green eyes seemed at bliss.

“Why …?” she trailed off, hesitating. “I mean, why don’t you ever come inside me anymore? That’s the second time that’s happened, and I’ve begged you not to pull out.”

Had I granted her request twice, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. It felt too overpowering, as if it meant to unman me, and I wasn’t prepared for that. No man would unless, of course, she was willing to be mine and not just for sexual purposes, but to be exclusively with me and not because I could arouse her sexually.

Don’t get me wrong; our sexual compatibility was off the charts unbelievable, but I needed more than that. I wanted to possess the woman beneath the beauty and striking body. Her soul, her mind … I saw the woman underneath it all, and clearly, she wasn’t ready for that. Until then, we could simply dance around this madness. Though I wasn’t too pleased about it, I had no choice other than to work around it, or I would lose her altogether to my lothario of a brother or to some hopeless chap.

“In due time, but not today,” I said nonchalantly, walking away to clean up.

“It’s because you already fucked someone else today, so our sex wasn’t all that special; is that it?” She folded her arms, clearly infuriated.

There was no doubt in my mind that she was ticked off. Instead of focusing on what she was saying, I was more engrossed in watching her face come alive with emotions. She was furious, and she had no idea how endearingly bewitching she looked.

Drawing my mind back to her accusation, I wasn’t sure if she was jealous or simply angrily repulsed that she had come after someone else. She was giving me mixed signals, and I loathed not knowing what she was thinking.

Emotions were such fickle subjects to observe, and the last thing I deserved was to have my good intentions being mocked. As a result, it was best to appear indifferent. That way, I could secure my sanity whilst protecting my pride at the same time.

“Why ask such questions that would surely complicate things between us, Serena?”

She growled before reaching for a hand towel and irately throwing it at me. “I complicate things by asking important questions? Go fuck off, Cruz!” she lashed out before harrumphing out of the bathroom then outwards, possibly back to her desk to curse the living daylights of me.

I was maddeningly, hopelessly crazy for her, yet she didn’t seem to believe me. She had reservations; I was well aware of it, but would it be difficult to give me a chance instead of blocking this phenomenon that was developing between us?

I had fought her in the beginning and irrevocably lost. She must know where I stood. I had risked everything. I was all hers. All she simply had to do was claim me.

There was no way I was able to privately speak to her the next day because she was adamant not to be around the areas in the building where she knew I was. Even my refreshments were delivered by a newly minted intern. I could have stretched my power just to see how far she would bend to please me, but I wasn’t that much of a bastard. I knew she was still reeling from yesterday’s nonsensical upheaval.

I could have sat her down after we shagged and asked her to voice out what her concerns were, and I could have easily provided all of the answers she was looking for. However, she and I were at odds, and this constant, greedy need not to lose this bloody war she had silently waged against me was wreaking havoc with my very existence. Therefore, I decided to keep still, steadying myself even though I was in turmoil each time I saw her.

One of us needed to give in, but until then, we would keep on with this madness. Simply put, I was waiting for her to come to me, no holds barred, unbidden, and with no artifice or hidden agenda.

Just her…

Just Serena.