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Abby. I want you. But
I can’t force you to make a choice. I can’t...as much as I want to. But I can
show you what’s good between us, what does work.”
    His mouth was consuming me, his
lips crushing mine against my teeth. I struggled in his grasp, desire and anger
fighting for control. For the moment, anger won. I twisted my head, tearing my
lips from Chase’s.
    “Please...this isn’t...I don’t want...”
But I did want, badly. And Chase knew that.
    I was breathless, looking up at
Chase, the intensity of his gaze startling me...and stoking that fire that burned
deep inside me.
    “Abby...” Chase’s voice was rough
with anger or longing, I couldn’t tell. He buried his face in my neck, his
fingers loosening their grip on my arms but his body still pinning me against
the wall.
    I wrapped my arms around him, my
face against his neck. His pulse beat against my lips, hard and fast, matching
my own.
    His arms slid roughly down my
body, cupping my ass, holding me while he pressed himself against my body, his arousal
impossible to ignore.
    As was mine; there was nothing I
could do but give in. I pulled away from him, seeking his mouth with mine, my
kiss as blistering as his had been.
    He spun me away from the wall,
walking me backward until I hit the edge of the couch. I sat down hard and we
came apart briefly as I twisted beneath him, until he was lying on top of me,
the length of his body touching mine, pressing his hips into me, mine rising up
to meet him.
    I ran my hands through his hair,
holding him hard against my mouth. His tongue skated along my lower lip and I
opened my mouth to him, pulling and sucking his lips and then, biting down on
his lower lip. I tasted blood but it only fueled my desire.
    Chase pulled away from me, running
a finger along his lip. He looked at the blood and then down at me, his eyes
dark.
    “And who’s hurting who now, Abby?”
    I had no chance to answer and I
suspect Chase wasn’t interested in one anyway. Our hands were frantically
pulling at clothes, Chase undoing enough buttons on my blouse to expose the
tops of my breasts, pulling my bra down roughly so he could pull one nipple to
his mouth. I stopped tugging at his t-shirt, gasping as his lips tugged at me.
    There was a rush of heat through
my body as he sucked hard. Then there was a flash of pain as I felt his teeth
nip my tender skin. I cried out and Chase lifted his head, his lips curved into
a dark smile that held little warmth.
    “Had enough?” His eyes were lit
with an intensity that matched my own.
    “No...have you?” I grabbed the front
of his t-shirt with both hands, ripping it down the front, my hands sliding
over his chest, around his back, raking my nails over his skin. I saw him wince
and it sent a bolt of something dark through me, rocking me to the core.
    “Now, Chase...now!” My voice was
low, no longer breathless, but demanding.
    “This isn’t going to be pretty, Abby.
I hope you know that.”
    Chase abruptly sat back on his
knees, yanking down the zipper on my jeans, while I undid the buttons on his
with trembling fingers. I lifted my hips as Chase grabbed two handfuls of
denim, stripping my pants down my legs, tossing them on the floor. With little
ceremony, he shoved his jeans down his hips far enough to free his cock, before
pinning me to the couch again with his body.
    It wasn’t pretty; Chase was right.
It was brutal and hard and fast. We were both breathing heavily, Chase
grunting, me making noises I’d never heard myself make. There was nothing about
this coming together that seemed like it was anything but us taking from each
other, the collision of two people intent on the satisfaction of animal needs.
    But it was so consuming, in its
aggressive way...so overwhelmingly right at that moment. As brutal and
primal and out of control as we were, it united us on some level I didn’t
understand, connected me with Chase, somewhere deep and dark. And that scared
me...it scared the hell out of