Page 54 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

His grip on my hands tightens as he grinds harder against me, and lightning bolts of terror shoot through me.

“Fuck me, Ethan. Do it now.”

He looks into my eyes, then suddenly, he stops thrusting and rears his head back. He’s breathing hard, but he watches me strangely.

“What the hell just happened now, Bonnie?”

“What do you mean? I asked you to kiss me.”

He scoffs. “Hell, no.”

“You don’t want me?” The enormous bulge digging into my core is unmistakable.

“No, not really. Not this way”

Shock reverberates through me. And the sting of rejection.Wow. How many times does this man have to reject me before I get the message?

“Please, get off me.”

He stands, and I immediately miss his weight.

I pull my shirt back down and head back to the table to pick up my folder. The drying smear of saliva mocks me. My throat is clogged with unshed tears. I turn to leave.

“Bonnie.”

I pause but don't turn back.

“You don't want me, either.” He says softly.

I whirl on him now “Oh, really! Please, enlighten me then, who do I want?”

“It’s not a who you want, it’s a what. You want attention. You want praise. You want to make me lose control. That's why you never ask me to stop. Tell me I’m wrong.”

I’m too shocked to say anything.

“Apart from fear, do you even feel anything else when I touch you, Bonnie?

My heart slams within my chest, and I lash out. “You’re so fucking wrong and deluded. You know this much about my life, Ethan Hawthorne!” I pinch my thumb and forefinger together.

Tears spring to my eyes.How did he know?

“Fine, I’m wrong about you. In that case, listen hard because you’re not getting anything more from me until we get past this."

In a voice that's laden with desire, he says "I want you Bonnie. I'm so desperate for you. But I also want realness. Show me the real you, and you might get everything you’re looking for and more.”

He straightens and resumes his cold, business persona. “I’ll have Will reschedule so we can finish this discussion on the phone. Clearly, we can’t continue in person.”

I'm reeling. Everything in me wants to run and hide. He just brutally stripped me raw with his words. God, just how much of me does this man see? I can't even process what he said after. All I know is he's gone back to being cold and distant.

“Don’t bother. I don't need your help.”

“Actually, Bonnie,” he says softly, “you do need my help on this.”

“Fuck off.” I storm out of his office without another word.

If Will sees me crying, he says nothing. It's probably a regular occurrence for the bastard to have women leaving his office in tears.

Chapter 15