“Okay, that’s enough of that,” a new voice said from behind me. I turned to see the man with glasses coming into the office. “Let’s not add another lawsuit to the name of Addison Mercer, hm?”

I still couldn’t put a name to the man’s face, but it didn’t matter because Warren rushed forward to grab my wrist. When I winced slightly, he released some of the pressure and pulled me into the nearest private room.

“Fix this,” he growled behind him, then shut the door, locking us in.

I was immediately pushed against the wall. One hand was on my hip, the other on the wall next to my head.

His lips were dangerously close.

“Are you hurt?”

27

ADDISON

Are you hurt?

Warren fucking King was asking me if I was hurt.

The nineteen-year-old me that had been head over heels for him and the one who was supposed to hate his guts were merging. I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

Hatred fizzled into need, and before I knew it, my hands were tangled in his hair, and I was doing something I never thought I’d allow myself to.

I’m kissing him.

He was frozen at first, but then something snapped inside him.

A hand fisted in my hair while another was hiking up my leg. His tongue and lips were attacking my mouth in a way that had my cunt weeping.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

It was every bit as soul-destroying as I thought it would be.

It could never be just a kiss. It would change everything.

He claimed me with his mouth. Branded himself on me. All the pain that came with it was just as sweet as the pleasure he was pulling from me.

I yanked on his hair, making sure he knew just how much I needed him, and he groaned into my mouth. The sound sent shocks up my spine.

“I need you,” I whispered into his mouth as my hand darted between us. I hurriedly undid his belt and slipped my hand inside his pants. He hissed when I finally touched his already erect cock.

Fuck, he’s big. This is going to hurt.

The same words I thought back then, but this was entirely different.

I didn't care. I wanted it to hurt as some sort of sick punishment for allowing myself to get this close in the first place.

He didn’t let our mouths disconnect as I guided him between my legs and quickly moved aside my underwear, allowing his cock to brush against my folds.

Finally. He was finally going to fuck me. I couldn’t take it anymore. All the back and forth. All the teasing. This had been the longest, most intense foreplay, and I was ready to cash in.