My climax is iridescent, transcendent.
I yell out his name, my hips bucking against him as if I can somehow wedge his cock in another inch without him splitting me open. As I unravel, I’m distantly aware of his groans, of the hand around my throat tightening, tightening.
Blackness edges my vision when my eyes eventually fly open, vignetting Gideon’s carnal grimace. His eyes are on mine, locked on so hard it’s as if he can see right through to my soul.
His cock pumps deep inside me, filling me with his seed. There’s so much it oozes out as he starts slowly fucking me through his orgasm. It drips between my legs and down my crack, lubricating the finger he’s still thrusting in and out of my backdoor.
“Christ, Charlotte,” he growls. “You’re holding me like a fucking fist.”
And that’s because he hasn’t stopped. He’s still fucking me with his dick and his finger, and it’s too much. I’m coming again, and this time it’s with a silent scream that clutches my body like a vise.
Gideon pulls out of me, and then something hot and wet closes over my clit.
I see stars when he sucks.
An entire galaxy opens up and swallows me whole.
“Stop, please,” I whimper.
He licks me slow and hard as if he’ll disobey. But then he kisses the inside of my thigh, my knee.
Gideon leans over me, finally taking his hand off my throat, and smooths back a chunk of hair from my sweat-misted face. “I love you, Charlotte Ash. Just in case there was any doubt left in your mind.”
I let what he says soak in as I lay there trembling under his strong body. Then I lick my lips, shake my head.
He blinks, straightens. Waits.
I push onto my elbows and manage to come to a seat. There’s a mess on the desk under my ass, and it makes the surface slippery. I grab onto him for support as I tug my straps back onto my shoulders, as I smooth my dress down my shaking legs.
With a hard swallow, I finally force the words past my throat. “What you did was…wrong. So, so wrong.”
His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t defend himself.
I pull my leg back, maneuvering it around him so I can slip off the table. I can barely stand, but I make my spine straight and I take my hands off him, and I stare up at him until my neck feels like it will break.
“I don’t think I can ever forgive you.”
His head tilts ever so slightly, and in just that slight gesture, I see a vast change in him. Suddenly I’m not facing my sexy therapist…I’m staring up at a darkly dangerous man.
I take a step back, my stomach bottoming out in terror, but he grabs me by the throat again. Pushes me against the wall. His lips twitch as if he’s battling something, but whether it’s a smile or a snarl, I can’t tell.
“I don’t want your forgiveness,” he says. “But there is no fighting this.” He leans into me. “No fighting me.”
I open my mouth, but he doesn’t give me a chance to speak.
“We were meant to be together, Charlotte. If you need me to prove that to you, then so be it.”
He releases me, steps back. His eyes go to the drawing on the desk. Somehow it escaped our wild fucking undamaged. He rolls it up and drops his head to smell the paper. When his eyes flicker up to me, my body responds with a host of confusing signals. My mouth dries in terror, my pussy clenches in excitement, and my heart thuds, thuds, thuds like a drum.
“Goodbye, Miss Ash.”
Chapter Thirteen
Rain patters on the roof of my sedan. This is my favorite type of weather. Rain decreases visibility, allows people like me to blend into the shadows. And I can’t have anyone spot me.
Not tonight.
It’s been three weeks since I said goodbye to Charlotte, and my heart hasn’t stopped aching since. I barely eat. Sleep is but a fond memory. My every thought, both waking and those in limbo, are of her.
The way her lips formed my name. The feel of her clamping over my cock. The taste of her arousal on my fingers.
I haven’t been to see her since that day in my classroom. I knew it would happen again—that I would take her whether she wanted me to or not. She already hates me. She’s already terrified of me. I can’t push her further away.
What I now need to do is prove to her how great my love is. The lengths I will go to for her.
See, Charlotte Ash doesn’t know me. She knows only Professor Fyre. Her teacher. Her therapist. It’s past time I introduced her to Gideon Fyre, the man who will be at her side for eternity.
I already knew what to do before she strutted out of my classroom without looking back. But it’s taken me three weeks to get here.
The point of no return.
I snort quietly to myself as I study the apartment building up ahead. It’s uncanny that this man dug out his burrow so close to my Charlotte. I don’t think for a second it’s a coincidence.
Neither is the weight of his phone in my pocket.
There’s nothing mysterious about the Universe. There’s a logical explanation for everything if you know where to look.
We’re not alike, but we do have something in common. This man is obsessed with Charlotte.
But not as much as I am. And I’m about to prove it.
Someone slinks out of the apartment building, a hoody pulled over his head. Cigarette smoke puffs out from those shadowy depths before he climbs into the once-red pickup truck I followed here.
Headlamps flash on. Warm yellow light blooms. There’s a grate as the driver misses putting the car into gear, and then he’s off.
I don’t follow.
He is not my prey.
It’s the man he came to see who I’m after.
My lips curl up in a smile. I slide a hand
