Cuffed by His Charm (Dirty Little Secrets 4)

hing the back room where the local folk band plays on the weekends.

She silently follows behind me, but when I turn around to face her, she’s giving me a puzzled look.

“What’s up?” she asks.

I place my helmet down on the table next to me, take a deep stabilizing breath, and then I turn to her. How can someone so perfect be so evil? I feel deeply burned as I stare into the warmth of her eyes. I want to disbelieve she could do this to me, but there is no doubt she planted the bug. Ryder assured me that only McKenna could be behind this. She’d been the only employee to come in and out of O’Keefe’s during the hours the security cameras had been taken down, which likely meant that’s when the bugs were placed. And Ryder knew that as a fact because McKenna had used her passcode to get inside O’Keefe’s server room, where the vault was also kept.

She can’t hide behind her lies any longer.

“I want you,” I tell her, watching her eyes widen.

Now that she’s burned what we had into ashes, betrayal simmers through me just as hot. I will take what I want, and that is my cock owning her before I let her go, showing her that the weakened guy she made me into no longer exists. That my gentleness toward her hadn’t been weakness but rather affection, and now I’m taking back that power she stole with deceit.

“I want you right here, right now, McKenna.” I step toward her, watching her step back until she hits the pool table. My balls ache at the way her eyes widen and dilate, and how her lips part, her face flushes. Maybe she knows that I’m no longer shielding my lust. Perhaps she understands what’s about to happen between us. “I want to fuck the goddamn living shit out of you.” I’m shaking, barely able to control the desire and adrenaline pulsing through my veins.

Her breath hitches, but there’s no refusal, as I knew there wouldn’t be.

I’ve teased her, and she’s teased me back. We’ve never allowed each other to cross that line. It’s been playful between us, but not anymore. I’m standing here broken, and I will take back all the shattered pieces until I am the man I was before her. Strong. Dominant. Demanding. Not a fucking fool.

I step in closer, pressing the hard planes of my body against the softness of hers. “If you don’t want this tell me now.”

Her hands lift to my face, squeezing tight, and then she seals her mouth across mine, as if to strip more control from me.

There are no more barriers between us, only lust in the rawest form, with my red-hot anger fueling the kiss. It’s dangerous and deadly, and she doesn’t know how close I am to losing all control.

We’re both breathless when my tongue explores her mouth. She’s keeping up, melting beneath my touch, just the way I want her. But it’s not enough. I want everything she’s got to give me . . . and then I want to demand more. Today she’s mine to take until I’m the man I was before she walked into my life and fucked it up.

With a growl voicing all my frustration, I shove my hand up her T-shirt and grasp her breast, massaging it with a fierce grip. This isn’t about her, it’s about me, I tell myself. It’s about laying bare my need for her and absolving myself of it.

She moans against me, and the sound ripples across me, warming me in ways I hate. With a growl, I flick the button of her pants open, yanking her skinny jeans down to her knees before turning her around. I bend her over the pool table, pressing her chest down, staring at the ass that has teased me for many long months. She’s breathless, gasping her desire when I reach for a condom that I left in my back pocket. Once I get my jeans down, I sheathe my throbbing cock, determined to shed myself of this damn erection that won’t soften.

I thrust my hand into her hair, and she moans as I find her slit with the tip of my cock. Whether she’s ready or not, I thrust forward right to the hilt. She arches against me, and I find she’s indeed wet for me and then some. My other hand goes to her hip and I hold her tight against me. I get the leverage I need to shed my frustrations and to fuck this woman from my mind.

There’s nothing pretty about how I take her. It’s ravenous and rough and messy, her screams of pleasure echoing in my ears. I yearn to embrace the lovely sounds she makes and to enjoy the way she’s quivering against me. I’m so tempted to revel in how wet she is, and I do want to be pleased that I’m getting her off so easily and her cum is soaking my sac.

But I can’t enjoy this.

I growl again and yank out from her tight heat; she whimpers in disapproval when I spin her around, grabbing her waist and lifting her onto the pool table. I’m there a second later, in between her thighs, and I thrust back in without letting her even breathe.

I own you. You don’t control me.

I slam forward, fisting my hands in her hair, pinning her just where I want her.

She moans, her eyes rolling back into her head.

I want to hate you . . . Why are you so goddamn beautiful?

Roaring against the unfairness of what she’s done to me, I pump into her, sweat slicking my flesh and sticking my T-shirt to my back. Pleasure sweeps across me bringing more and more rage alongside it. Emotion tightens my throat. I want to scream against her betrayal. I want to loathe her with everything inside me, but even now . . . I can’t.

She’s everything. She’s the reason for months I’ve been excited to come into work. She’s the very thing I look forward to seeing every day, and she’s the last thing I think about before falling asleep. I had been waiting for the right time to claim her as mine, making sure things between us were good before we took that final step where she’d have to stop working for me. I didn’t want to fuck up a good thing.

How could you do this to me . . . How could you do this to us?

She opens her eyes then, and I’m not sure what she sees on my face, but suddenly her hands are on my cheeks, eyes concerned. “Gabe,” she whispers.

I shake off her hands and stop the conversation by thrusting harder, ensuring no words come out of her mouth. I can’t let her fool me with that sweet act. Not again. Not after all she’s done to ruin me.

Her eyes pinch shut now, not by choice but by the hardness of my cock driving into her soaked heat. I feel the quivering of her legs before her inner walls convulse against me, and then there’s no going back.