I’m here with somebody else. What we had is over. You blew your chances a long time ago.

Still eye-fucking me and seemingly oblivious to the signal I was sending, Nolan continued in his smooth-as-silk voice, the voice that had convinced thousands of Americans that he could be trusted and had their best interests at heart.

“But I can forgive you, because I understand why. You look . . . spectacular.”

Everyone at our table had stopped talking. They watched us with bemused expressions. Underneath a thin veneer of superiority, upper-class society loved a good scandal as much as anyone else.

“Good evening, Senator,” I said stiffly, as if I hardly knew him. I didn’t want to remember that his dick had been inside me, that we had planned to have a family together. That once I’d believed I was the luckiest woman alive to be loved by what I believed to be a magnificent man.

How things change.

“Senator,” Harrison said, a clear warning in his voice. I couldn’t help the small smile that twitched at the corners of my mouth at how protective he’d become. Was Harrison even aware that he’d puffed out his chest, making his six-foot-plus frame even more imposing and intimidating?

“Summers. Thanks for bringing my girl tonight. I owe you one.”

Harrison growled. His fingers tightened around mine. “Are you fu—”

His words were drowned in a sea of applause. The show had begun, and the MC for the night had taken the stage. The men glared at one another as they took their seats, both faces hard as granite.

I was stuck between two powerful men. Both wanted to own me. For me there was no contest.

The senator had to understand that our relationship was over. Done. Nothing he said or did would change my mind, since he’d lost my trust and respect.

As for the cop? I’d given him my body and I couldn’t deny that he’d crawled under my skin, but he still had a way to go to fully earn my respect.

It was as simple as that.

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Chapter 16 — Harrison

Sitting through the speeches and awards was pure fucking torture. I’d loosened my tie and undone the top button in an attempt to breathe easier, but it hadn’t helped. Eva had gone cold and distant, as if she’d taken a step backwards.

Was she still in love with Parker? She’d told me she hated his guts, but maybe she was lying even to herself. I mean, she had been preparing to marry the prick when she’d caught him double dipping. That had to be any woman’s worst nightmare—to give up the fairytale wedding and discover the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with was a cheat and a fake.

I tossed back the drink in front of me and grimaced as it hit my empty stomach. I’d been going slow on the booze for a while, staying sober and giving up on bad habits in order to win over the most complex woman I’d ever known.

Glancing at Eva, I noticed the way her chin was set as she stared in front of her. She was a tough nut to crack. Maybe bringing her to the function as my date was a mistake after all. Senator Parker still rattled her, regardless of how much she denied it.

Pissed off at the thought that I was maybe nothing more than a rebound to her, I summoned the waiter over and ordered another drink. I needed the fiery liquid to calm me the fuck down before I did something stupid like punch the senator in the fucking face for the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off Eva.

Where had this green-eyed monster come from? I’d bet my fucking life on it that I didn’t have a jealous bone in my body, but there it was—lurking from the dark corners of my heart and soul, and challenging me to ignore it.

The schmuck behind the microphone introduced the senator to great applause from the audience. Showtime. Parker pushed to his feet and winked at Eva before making his way to the stage. Fucker.

I’d had enough. Before he even ascended the stairs, I’d grabbed Eva’s hand and pulled her up from her chair and in the opposite direction. People gaped at us, their eyes following us as we left the room.

“Harrison, where are we going?” The nervous edge to Eva’s voice made alarm bells go off in my head. She was already falling under the spell of the slick senator or she wouldn’t mind that we were disrupting the proceedings with our exit.

“As far away from that asshole as I can get you,” I said as calmly as I could muster. Every primal instinct had taken over my mind and my body. I needed to show Eva that I was her man. I needed to claim her, mark her as mine. There was only one way I knew how.

I found an empty room and pulled Eva inside, closing the door on the outside world. The air was stale and musty. Muted light streamed in through the barred window and I could see a table and two chairs on the far side of the room.

“Harrison? What’s wrong?” Eva’s breathless voice had a touch of panic in it. What was she worrying about? That her ex would find us together?

Fuck that.

Eva was my woman now and I was claiming her right there and then. Reminding her whose dick it was she craved. Mine.

“While your ex amuses everyone with his charisma and wit, I’m going to fill you with my cock and make you scream my name. Would you like that, baby? Me fucking you while he tries to show off in there?”

Eva’s head snapped up and her gaze met mine.

“Use me, Eva. Use me and my cock to avenge yourself for everything he did to you. Let me fuck the shame and humiliation of how he treated you out of your system.” I undid my belt and zipper in one swift movement and unleashed my hard-as-stone cock.

“God yes,” she cried out, her breath hitching. “How did you know?”

“I just know what you need. Exorcise him once and for all. Go as wild on my cock as you need to, baby. I can take it, I promise.”

Eva fell to her knees in front of me and fisted my erection, pumping forcefully a few times before swallowing the length of me down her throat with eager gargling noises. I groaned as my knees nearly buckled under me. Fuck, she was going to eat my cock alive, and I was loving every second of it.

She pushed me backwards into a chair. I’d never seen her eyes glow the way they were, as if she were possessed by demons.

Enduring a few more moments of sweet torture as she sucked and licked my cock with ferocious intent, I leaned back in the chair, taking the pleasure and pain she unleashed on me, her fingernails digging into my skin as she bit down hard on my shaft.

“Fuck!” I groaned, kicking my leg up involuntarily in a knee-jerk reaction.

Drawing her hand back, she struck out and slapped my cock.

My fucking cock.

Slapped it.

Once.

Twice.

The pain. Fuck, I was about to pass out. I gritted my teeth even as my eyes watered.

She struck again. Harder.

“Take it, Harrison, take it all. For me.”

The mix of raw anger and hurt in her voice turned my blood cold. I never had any idea that beneath her cool and collected exterior she harbored this much rage and pain. I needed to be the man to take it all away. Needed her to need me like I needed her.

What happened next took my breath away. Pulling up her dress, Eva straddled me and inserted my aching cock into her warmth. The fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear turned me on even more.

Both hands framed my face, and she stared into my eyes as she rode me, rising and falling hard and fast while her breath panted in short, sharp bursts. She leaned in and kissed me, tongue and teeth gnashing as she claimed my mouth and cock completely.

I’d met my match in Eva.

She could give as much as she could take.

“Eva, you’re killing me,” I groaned, as her teeth sank into the soft skin at the base of my neck where she’d moved my shirt away. She’d draw fucking blood like a vampire if she could.