Page 82 of The C Agreement
A heaviness fell over me. I thought I was more fucked up now than I had been a month ago.
“Hey, are you okay?” Hugh asked.
Oh jeez, there was no good way of answering that.
Finally, my watch buzzed on my wrist.
Cade:Tell your date you have to go to the restroom.
If I did that, he really was going to think something was wrong.
Cade:Don’t try me on this, Rayne.
“I think I need to use the restroom again. I apologize.”
Hugh sat back in his chair, surprised, but I didn’t wait for him to answer. I grabbed my purse and headed toward the restrooms at the back of the restaurant.
Once I was out of Hugh’s sight, I pulled out my phone, ready to text Cade to tell him I was doing what he’d asked, when the office door opened. I yelped as a hand pulled me inside.
My phone and purse were ripped from my hands, and I was spun around so my front hit the office door. The room was dark, but I would recognize the hard body plastered against me anywhere.
“Oh my God, what are you—”
Cade sucked on the skin at my neck, making my knees buckle. “I came here to remind you that you are mine.” Two hands went under my skirt and straight for my underwear. “You’re lucky you’re wearing these around him.” Pushing them halfway down my legs, he flipped the back of my skirt up and slammed inside me. “Soaked. Just for me.”
“I’m not yours,” I hissed, mad at him for accosting me during my date. “Fucking me for a month doesn’t make me yours, especially when that month is almost over.”
“Don’t test me.”
“And maybe I’m not wet for you,” I taunted.
A snarl tore out of him. Cade’s fingers dug into my hips, and he pulled completely out of me, then rammed himself back in. And with a thrust of his hips on each word, he growled, “The fuck you aren’t.”
He was acting like a man possessed. I should stop him—I knew I should—but with every stroke, I grew wetter and wetter.
“Mine, Rayne. This pussy is mine.” He slipped a hand in the V of my blouse. “These breasts are mine.” Pulling on my nipple, he twisted it. “These nipples are mine. You know how I know this?” Putting his mouth to my ear, he said, “Every time I claim a part of you, your cunt gets tighter. You like being mine, Rayne. You love it.”
God help me, I did.
But I knew I couldn’t give in. If I did, he really would claim a piece of me, and I feared I would never get it back.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Yes. Everything on you belongs to me. And I can prove it.”
“N—”
Cade bit down on my neck, and I couldn’t fight it. I burst into a million little pieces that would never be put back together the same way again.
His cock pulsed inside me, each pump filling me with a piece of him.
Unsure of how long we stood there, I suddenly became aware of his hand on my mouth and his body holding up mine against the door.
My body flushed with embarrassment of what his employees had probably heard on the other side and for leaving my date sitting alone at our table.
Disgusted with myself, I shook off Cade, but he didn’t seem to care. I was outraged.
He withdrew from my body, only fueling my anger because of how empty I felt without him inside me. He straightened my top, pulled up my underwear, and spun me around.