Page 51 of Brutal Sin
“So, I’ll ask again.” He beamed down at her. “Is that guy the reason you’re leaving me high anddry?”
She wrinkled her nose. “No.”
“You datinghim?”
“Is that any of your business?”
“If you keep coming to me complaining you can’t get fucked properly, then, yeah. It sure is, ’cause that guy is never going to do you right.”
“Keep coming to you?” God, this man made her blood boil and her pussy contract, all at the same time. “You want an explanation for why I canceled? Maybe check your attitude.”
“Bullshit. You’ve always known my attitude. If it’s not that guy, my next guess is your husband.”
Her mouth gaped at the insertion of Lucas into the conversation.
Seconds ago, Callum made her flat-line with disinterest. In a heartbeat, this callous man had given her a major case of arrhythmia.
“The other night,” he continued, “you said you hadn’t had anyone over since he’d died. So, if it’s not the pretty boy, I’m guessing it’s a guilt thing.”
“This is not a guilt thing,” she grated.
“Thenwhat?”
She sucked in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and fought against the warring emotions bubbling in her chest. She hated this sparring match. Loved it, too. She wanted to claw his eyes out. Wanted to fuck his brains out. This situation was a whirlwind of confusion.
“I already told you I need to give up the Vault. Going back for one last time is a stupididea.”
“Instead, you expect this new guy to rock your world?” He ran a rough hand over his beard, his scowl unwavering. “You’re making the wrong decisions.”
“And you’re an expert on lovenow?”
He screwed up his perfectly perfect face. “I’m not talking about love. This is about fucking. You can’t seriously believe that guy would have the first clue about getting youoff.”
“They say it’s the quiet ones you need to look outfor.”
“They’re wrong.” He stepped forward, getting in her face, a mere breath away. “The quiet ones bring shock value because they’re boring as hell. What you need is someone who lives and breathes to fuck. A guy who can match your appetite. Someone who can push you. Test you. You don’t need a guy who doesn’t have the balls to tell you he’d like to see your sweet little cunt riding his dick all night.”
She shivered. Head to foot. He stole her breath. Infused her with adrenaline. Oh, God, her panties weredamp.
“Go home, Ella.” He stepped away and made for his car, leaving her reeling with the abrupt end to the conversation. “Get dressed and meet me out in front of your building atnine.”
“Excuse me?” Her hands shook. Her brain stopped firing on all cylinders. There were many things to hate about his statement—the authority, the self-righteousness. Yet, her libido only focused on the sexy dominance. “Why?”
“I’m taking you out. It’s about time somebody taught you how to find the right hook-up.”
A whimper formed low in her chest. Reject, reject, reject. She couldn’t go ahead with this. She refused. “Don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing.”
“Your history at the Vault proves otherwise.” He pulled open the driver’s door and looked at her over the roof of his shiny car. “Nine, Ella. Be ready.”
Then he was gone, leaving her to become overwhelmed by excitement and pure, undilutedfear.
