This woman. She had me at her mercy because I fucking craved everything she was dishing out. Everything. The pain she inflicted on my body was pure bliss. Divine and cathartic.

Yeah, I was a twisted fuck. Eva already knew that. The more she used me to get rid of her rage, the better it made me feel. On some deep level she knew that and by God, she didn’t hold back.

“Come, Harrison. Fill me with your cum. Mark me as yours. I need you to erase every cock that’s ever been inside me. Especially his. Please.”

I gripped her hips and lifted her, my cock still inside her pussy. She was begging for me to pound into her, and I always gave Eva what she wanted.

Shuffling toward the table, I set her ass on the smooth surface. My brain was about to explode and my cock wasn’t far behind. She leaned back onto her elbows, opening her neck to me.

“Bite me. Fuck me. Take my pain away,” she cried out, her voice echoing in the empty room. Her chest heaved, and she trembled with need.

I understood. The only way to get rid of her pain was with more pain. Better pain.

I bit into her skin, first her neck, then the top of her breast where the swell met the fabric of her dress.

“Oh God, yes.” Her eyes closed and tears sprang from their sides and rolled into her hair.

Close to breaking point, I pounded into her, slamming my cock into her pussy so that the loud slap of our skin meeting with every thrust sounded out in the dark.

“More. Harder.” Her voice was strangled. Desperate.

At this pace, even I couldn’t keep up. Sweat dripped from my brow as I exerted every atom of energy into giving Eva what she wanted, but somehow it didn’t feel as if it was enough.

It dawned on me what she needed. With every grain of tenderness I had in me, I held her close, hugging her body to my chest and slowing my pace as I captured her mouth and kissed her gently.

She moaned against my lips and finally let go. Her pussy gripped my cock as her body convulsed around mine. I found my release at the same time, pumping into her as she kept milking me for more.

“Harrison,” she rasped in a shaky voice.

Hearing my name tumble from her lips as she climaxed was like heaven to me. Mine was the name she called out when she finally reached nirvana. Mine.

“Baby,” I said, catching my breath. “You okay?”

Before she could answer, the door opened and a bright light pierced my brain. I screwed my eyes closed as I huddled over Eva. Some idiot had walked in on us. Fuck!

A voice roared. “For fuck’s sake. I’ll fucking kill you.”

I opened my eyes and turned my head, glaring at the intruder.

The fucker had found us. My cock was still inside Eva. His mouth gaped open as he stared from me to her, and back again.

My instinct was to protect her. I covered her trembling body with mine as she buried her face in my neck.

“Fuck off,” I yelled. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”

“How fucking dare you?” Gone was the smooth silky charisma.

My blood pressure rose to dangerous levels. “Get the fuck out of here, asshole. I’ll fuck my woman when and where I want. Eva’s mine. Best you remember that, Senator.”

Chapter 17 – Eva

Harrison picked me up in his arms and carried me out into the dark hallway, his footsteps creaking on the wooden floorboards. My whole body shivered in spite of the warm balmy weather. I snuggled closer to the hard, muscular chest I was pressed against, loving how comforting it felt to be so close to his beating heart.

“I’m taking you home, baby.” He grunted against my ear. “I should never have brought you here.”

He kicked a side door open, and only when my lungs sucked in the fresh air did I realize I’d kind of been holding my breath. The sweet scent of honeysuckle and gardenias mixed with citronella oil from the tall outdoor candles spiked into the grass along the path.

On a long exhale, I leaned my head back far enough so I could look up at Harrison’s face.

With his jaw set tight and his lips pursed together, he appeared intimidating and scary. But then he looked down at me, and his eyes softened as he searched my face. He carried me to a bench away from prying eyes and sat down, holding me on his lap. His hand held the back of my neck and we just sat with our eyes locked for a long moment. Taking a few deep breaths, I struggled to calm myself and gain control.

“Feeling better yet?”

I did. All the pent-up rage and frustration I’d bottled up for months and months had found an escape.

Placing my fingertips softly against his pounding heart, I nodded, totally bemused. “Who would’ve thought it possible to fuck away one’s anger?”

“Works for me. Mostly.”

“Figures. That’s such a male thing to do.”

Harrison chuckled. “Well, there is always boxing or hardcore drinking. I prefer fucking. It hurts less after. Usually.” His voice was low, teasing and oh so fucking sexy.

“Hmmm . . . I’m not convinced of that.” I rubbed over the areas where he’d bitten into my skin. There would be bruise marks for at least a few days. He noticed what I was doing and gently moved my hand away, then softly kissed my neck and the tops of my breasts. Goosebumps scattered over my chest and arms, and my breathing pattern changed to short, sharp pants. I liked rough, but what he did to me when he was gentle completely undid me.

I felt him smile against my skin. The cocky bastard was completely aware of the effect he was having on me.

“What would girls do?”

“You really want to know?” God, this is a weird conversation.

“Yeah, try me.”

“Shopping. Lots and lots of shopping. That’s number one. And then there is wine. Wine helps everything.”

“That’s such a girl thing to do.”

I still hadn’t shaken what just happened inside and my mind kept going back there. I changed the subject. “Nolan was really mad as hell.”

Instantly, Harrison’s jaw set tight again as he clenched his teeth. Tension hung between us.

“Let’s not talk about him. Unless you want me to go back and use him for a punching bag.”

“No. Let’s just go. Tonight was bizarre enough without the two of you getting physical.”

His eyes flashed dangerously. “You’re right. The only one I wanna be physical with is you.”

I swatted his arm.

“Is that right, Mr. Summers?”

“You can bet your life on it, sweetheart.”

He stood up from the bench, still holding me. “You okay to walk to the car? I don’t want to draw further attention to us. If the guys from security think something weird is going on—”

“I’m fine. I can walk on my own.”

He lowered me to the ground, still holding me across my back for support. “I’m not going to break, Harrison. I’m not a porcelain doll.”

“Um . . . yeah, I know . . . but we were pretty rough in there. I’m just worried about you.”

“That’s sweet, but I can take as good as I give. I got this.” I gave him my best smile, even though my knees felt weak and I missed the feel of his arms around me.

Harrison was such a contradiction that he made my head spin. One minute he was carnal, primal even, the next he was concerned that I was okay.

Signaling the valet to bring the car around, we stood in silence for a while, each lost in our thoughts.

“Oh crap,” I said, breaking the silence.

“What’s wrong?”

“My purse. It’s still on the table inside. I should go get it.” I ran a hand over my hair, trying to straighten it. “My keys are in there.”

“Baby, you have that just-fucked glow all over you. Not to mention a bite mark on your neck and breast that’s plain for everyone to see.” His fingertips ran reverently over the affected areas as he held my gaze. Admiration and lust mingled in his eyes. “The elegant Eva Ryder has never looked sexier, but that’s for my eyes only.”