Rebellion (A Dangerous Man 2)

He pulls my panties down to my knees. Spreading my legs as far as my stretched panties will allow, he enters me, slowly, teasingly, pushing in inch by inch until I’m going crazy and begging him to give me more. I brace my hands on the mattress and push my hips back, urging him further in. He stiffens, then moves, bending over me and grabbing each of my breasts in each hand, and pinning me to his body until I can’t move.

Then he starts to thrust into me, His hips slamming into mine while each stroke brings me to screaming, throbbing life.

The pleasure is exquisite. It feels as if I’m going to die. My body explodes over and over, but he doesn’t stop. As my body goes limp, I hear him whisper in my ear.

“Isn’t this enough?”

When I don’t say anything, he starts to thrust again, making me come over and over again until I’m screaming “Yes, yes, yes,” to anything he asks.

Later when I’m lying on the bed, unable to move, my body limp with exhaustion and pleasure, he turns to me.

“Don’t mistake what we have” he says, his voice like cold water on my skin, “and don’t underestimate it either.”

I want to cry, to lash out at him, I feel so hurt and humiliated. “And what about Carole?” I ask, “What do you two have?”

“Is that what this is all about? Carole?” He sits up, “Did she say something to you?”

“You used her,” I accuse, “just like you’re using me.” I choke on my words. “You wanted the shares she had in your company.”

“And she threatened to sell them to the man who wanted to take over my company if I didn’t marry her.” he states without feeling, “A man she was sleeping with I might add, along with a few others.”

I stare at him, my mouth open. “You’re just saying that.”

He laughs. “Maybe you should try to get your information accurate before you start throwing accusations.”

“It doesn’t make any difference.” I say. “Even if she did all those things, it doesn’t change the fact that you don’t love me. I’m just the girl who was foolish enough to marry you so you could teach your ex-girlfriend a lesson.” I choke back a sob. “I can’t take it David.” I get up, filled with resolve.

“What are you doing?” he asks, watching me.

“I am leaving.”

“Don’t threaten me.” The hardness in his voice almost makes me pause. He rises to his feet, towering over me.

“Why not?” I spit at him. “Will you marry someone else to teach me a lesson?”

He takes hold of my arm. “Don’t test me Sophie.”

I ignore him.

He turns away. “Fine, do whatever you like. Go back to Ashford. I’m sure your little boyfriend will be more than eager to find you a place in his bed. But while you’re at it, you might want to ask yourself why you married me.”

“I love you.” I almost choke on the words, saying them makes me want to burst into tears.

He laughs cruelly, “What love. Did you fall in love with some stranger you hardly knew Sophie, just because he asked you out to dinner. Get real sweetheart, this has always been about sex.”

“Not for me.”

“Then you’re a liar as well as a fool.”

I stare at him, tears filling my eyes. I don’t care that I’ve nowhere to go. I can’t stay here.

“I hate you,” I tell him before I leave the bedroom, “I hope I never have to see you again. Carole was right about you, you use people, and when you’re done with them you toss them away like rubbish, you’re not worthy of my love.”

He flinches, and for a moment, a wounded expression flits over his face, then he turns away from me. “Do whatever you want Sophie.”

I spend the night in one of the guest rooms, with my bags for company. Early in the morning, I hear him come into the room. After a few moments, while I pretend to be asleep, he leaves. After he’s gone, I take a quick shower and leave the apartment. A few weeks ago, I had a plan to go to Bellevue and find a job, and now, that is exactly what I’m going to do.

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