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the floor in the hotel room of her worst enemy, the person she wanted to drag down to rock bottom with her. She cried like a baby while he held her hands and spoke gently to her. The heat from his hands warmed her to her core and felt intoxicating. 
    This, whatever this was she felt between them, permeated through her body and soul. Torsten only held her by the hands, but she was powerless in his touch. A magnetic connection that felt greater than the two of them, unlike anything she felt for another person before.
    And why was he being so sympathetic about what happened to Lars? Why bother comforting me at all? He acted like he never played a role in it, that lying asshole.
    He also said nothing when she suggested he was just like Lars. That was just as bad as an admission of guilt, right?  
    “I’m sorry for breaking in. I should leave.” Reluctantly, she let go of Torsten’s hands and rose to her feet. 
    He shrugged nonchalantly at the apology. “If you wanted to come to my room, you could have asked me.”
    She felt her face grow hot as she stammered out a reply. 
    “No, I didn’t-,” 
    “I know, I’m fucking with you.” He stood towering over her like a muscular wall, the slightest hint of a smile playing at his lips. “Don’t take everything so seriously, Helena.”
    Arrogant prick. He’s enjoying playing with me.
    Her skin prickled with heat and desire as his eyes shamelessly roamed over her body. She felt massively vulnerable, naked, as she knew he pictured her in his filthy mind. And yet, her skin begged to feel him touch her again. 
    “I can see why he never brought you around,” Torsten mused casually. 
    “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She regretted the question instantly. If he really found her that repulsive, her fragile ego would prefer not to know.
    “Let’s just say his faithful wife wouldn’t have been so faithful.” Torsten’s smile grew wider. He was thoroughly enjoying this.
    “What the fuck are you saying? I’d never cheat on Lars!” 
    Torsten shrugged again. 
    What an insufferable asshole.
    “Are you so sure? You’d be the most beautiful woman in the room and every man would throw themselves at your feet to prove they were better than your junkie husband. Not that it would take a huge effort.”
    Helena stared at him. 
    Wait, is he complimenting me?
    “Of course, if I were there,” he continued. “No other man would dare to touch you.” 
    With that, he stepped in close enough that she felt his hot breath on her lips. His presence overwhelmed her like a heat wave. Her whole body cried out for a touch, anything, just to feel desired again. She knew he was toying with her, but her resolve weakened. She had no idea why, but he acted like he wanted her. This huge, powerful man who could have any supermodel he wanted, and he was inches away from kissing her. 
    “Compared to what he did, love, would cheating on that bastard really be so bad?” His voice rumbled from deep in his chest, and he stood so closely she could feel the sound vibrating from within him. His voice may as well have been vibrator right against her clit.
    Her eyes dropped away from his again, and this time fell to his crotch. She nearly gasped at the sight of his massive hard-on pointing straight at her through his pants. 
    Oh my God! Does he really want… me?
    “But we’re just speaking in hypotheticals. There’s no one for you to cheat on anymore.” 
    “What do you want from me?” She feared the answer but was also dying to know. 
    He replied by pressing her back against the wall, his hand cradling the back of her neck. He stepped in to close the distance and pin her between his body and the wall. His erection pressed against her stomach, his pants damp with precum. Before she could protest, his mouth pressed against hers.
    She tried to pull away but her head against the wall rendered unable to move. His tongue probed her lips apart and she found herself opening her mouth to him.