"Bridge?" It was a question.
I frowned down at her. "What's the matter?"
She blinked at me rapidly. "Bridge, wake up."
"I am awake." I notched forward again, and she gasped. Fuck. God, all I needed was—
And then, out of the fog came a memory. Emma climbing out of a limo. Who was she with? Oh God, she was talking to my father. Emma struggling in her restraints as I cut them free. Emma pacing this room. Emma betraying me and then having the nerve to look so achingly beautiful. All I wanted to do was hold her and kiss her and love her. And I wanted to fuck her so bad my balls ached. Then the clarity dawned, and I remembered everything.
Fuck. Fuuuuck.
Unfortunately, my dick didn't get the message, because he was notched and nestled, and just the tip of him was inside Emma. And God, he was going to kill me if we ever had to leave. "Fucking hell, Emma."
"You're the one who woke me. Rubbing up against me."
Her eyes were clear. She was lucid. Her fingers were intertwined with mine, and were we handcuffed?
Suddenly, the memories of last night came rushing in. Handcuffing myself to her so I could guarantee she'd be here in the morning.
I groaned. "Fucking hell, Emma. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck."
"We're already there, Bridge. We can't—"
"Stop talking. Every time you talk, your whole body moves and I… Fuck."
Breathe. Think of puppies. Think of math. Think of accounting. God, I hated accounting. Think of anything but her.
Except nothing was getting my mind off how soft she felt. The heat of her. Her scent. Nothing was going to take my mind off the sweet heat of Emma's cunt.
Sweat started to pop on my brow, and my legs shook as I tried to gain control of the situation. I tried to get a grip on my mind and my sanity as all I wanted to do was plunge deep and nestle there and never leave, even though I was so angry with her. Even though I wanted to hate her. I couldn't. I just couldn't hate her.
And wasn’t that a bitch?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
But the more I tried to pull back, the deeper I wanted to go. My whole body was fine-tuned for her, and it knew exactly where it wanted to be.
"Bridge, stop torturing me."
I growled down at her. "Stop fucking moving."
I could feel her, the little fluttering pulls of her tight pussy around the thick head of my cock, and I just glowered down at her. All my anger and rage at being in this position of not being able to trust her, of wanting her so bad I was willing to compromise everything, of needing to join my soul to hers no matter how dangerous that was.
I fought it. I did. I did my level best to force my brain to give the command to pull back, abort mission. But the siren call of her pussy fluttering was too much to ignore, and then I drove all the way home.
Her gasp was audible, and her mouth hung open. I fisted my hand in her hair and tugged until she released a shuddering gasp and dug her fingernails into my shoulder. Goddamn. She felt so good. Too good. The pulsating heat around my dick and the way she rotated her hips drove me completely wild. The way her lips parted and she breathed my name over, and over, and over, even as she whimpered, "Yes, right there. Right there. Bridge, Bridge, Bridge." And all I wanted to do was to make this last, to stay forever. But even as my body couldn't help but want her, always her, my brain was all mine. I didn't trust her. I didn't want her.
I wanted my Emma. This version was not what I wanted. This version was a liar. But my body didn't care which version I had, because to me, they were all Emma with her scent and her smile and her laugh. And that little look of mischief when she was going to cause trouble, and I was ready to blow.
Emma.
They were all my Emma. And my body didn't give a damn. All it wanted to do was fuck her again and again and again. My body could not be trusted.
I groaned out as she released my shoulder and then cupped my face. "Bridge, oh God, Bridge, I love you."
And it was those words, the conviction, and softness in them, the sanctuary they offered, that made me angry and full of love all at the same time. All that made me do was yank on her hair harder, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. So I leaned down and sank my teeth into her flesh. I drove hard. Even as I could feel her pulsing and quivering and hear her gasping my name, I didn't blink because I wanted to shag the betrayal out of her. I wanted to finish this and not feel this way anymore. But there was no forgiving or forgetting. I already knew. She had betrayed me. And there was no coming back from that. I would not recover.
But my body didn't care, because the moment she went off like a rocket, screaming my name at the top of her lungs, it was like the escape I had been looking for was right there at my fingertips. Lifting my head and watching her eyes go glassy as they rolled back in her head ever so slightly as her body pulsed around me, her heat flooded my veins like molten lava, disintegrating my brain.
I let go. Properly let go and embraced the anger. And as I bit her, I groaned into her neck and prayed she didn't catch the words. "I love you. You belong to me." I picked up my pace to punishing. I wanted her to feel this later. To remember me with every step she took. I hinged my hips and changed the angle for her so I hit her deeper. “Fucking mine.”
I slid my free hand down her back to her ass, lifting and cupping her soft flesh easily as I fucked her. “Say it.”
“Bridge—”
“Fucking say it,” I growled.
“I’m yours,” she choked out as her pussy rippled around my cock.
“You’d do well to remember it.” Even as the words tore out through clenched teeth, I could feel the truth with my impending orgasm.
As the fire and bliss raced up my spine and my fingers dug into her ass, she whispered my name, and I knew.
I might claim ownership, but she was the one who owned me.
Six
Bridge
Congratulations. You are officially the piece of shit your father has always called you.
What the fuck had I done?
The last thirty-six hours demonstrated exactly what happened when I lost control. And of course, at the center of it was the old man. And Emma. I couldn't even explain why, by now, I hadn't learned to shove down all feelings around him. Why I hadn't yet learned to just let it go. Because if I had learned to do that, then I wouldn't have reacted the way that I did. Maybe I'd have Emma on a plane by now. Somewhere safer than here.
She was literally in the lion's den. Sooner or later, someone was going to recognize that she was here and come looking. I could only protect her so much. I knew Ben and East had my back, but we were already treading lightly while making waves, making changes. One decision based on anger, fear, and resentment, and I'd put everything we were working toward in danger. What was wrong with me for fuck's sake?
What's wrong with you is that you saw her with your father.
I should get over that shit. Because even if I was angry enough to cut her off and never speak to her again, I hadn’t been able to keep from touching her.
This wasn't just a bad habit like the thing with Mina. I still wanted Emma. Even knowing what she'd done, I wanted her in my bed, on top of me, beneath me, all around me. And I needed her to understand and apologize. I needed her to fix her betrayal. I just fucking needed her.