Obsession (Magnetic Desires Book 4) by Misti Murphy

blurred into two in front of me. I put it away and concentrated on my refill.
    “He’s not going to come, you know. You’re just another pussy.”
    I hiccupped, and dropped my head to the bar, unable to hold back the sobs that ripped through me. Had I been just another pussy to Mike? Had I been blind all along?
    My father had told my mother he loved her, he’d pretended he’d loved my sister and me, too, but he’d walked away as if none of us had meant a damn thing, and now I didn’t even merit a word from Mike when I asked him if he was cheating on me? “I’m not just another pussy.”
    Rabid crowed, an abrasive, neighing snigger. “You’re fucking with me, right? You’re the kind of girl who lives for dick. No one wants you for anything more than a good time.”
    “Screw you,” I snapped. “You don’t know anything about me.”
    “I know you’re the type who likes it rough.” He ran his paw down my arm. “And that I can give you something to take your mind of that fucker.”
    I fumbled for my phone again. Pulled it out and tried to study the screen. Why did it have to swim in front of my eyes?
    Nothing. He was done with me? That’s what his silence meant. Well fuck him. Fuck him for taking my heart, making it into something it was never meant to be and then smashing it to pieces. “Fine. Whatever. You want to fuck me, then let’s fuck.”
    He had me off the stool, leading me toward the women’s bathroom before I had time to blink. And when he slammed me up against the wall, my head crashed against the panelling and I almost blacked out. He tore at my skirt, the seam ripping in his haste to get it up. There was nothing in the way he touched me that made my body respond. Maybe I never would again. Mike had destroyed me, and left me nothing. Somehow I had the sensibility to insist on a condom and he smashed a fist into the vending machine to get one before he lifted me up and slammed into me. He knocked me into the wall, repeatedly, while he grunted like a pig, and all I could think of was Mike.
    Then as if he was conjured up by mind, he was there, right in front of me. A tic jumping below his eye as he stared at us fucking. His whole body tensed, his hands fisted, there was murder in his eyes.
    My cheeks burned, as the crack inside me opened up wide, tears falling again. I couldn’t even look at him. A slight shake of my head, I begged him to forgive me with my eyes before I turned my cheek to the wall, unable to look at him, unable to see the pain on his face.
    Rabid dropped me as soon as he was done and sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving me there, shaking and sobbing, while I straightened out my clothes. I didn’t know why Mike had come to find me, but it didn’t matter anymore because he’d never forgive me.
    What the hell had I done?

Chapter Seven
     
    Mike
    I should have been working through the numbers for the business before the meeting with the accountant instead of staring at my damn computer, but her responses to my emails had captured my attention completely. I hadn’t been able to help the smirk that crossed my face when I told her what I planned to do to her.
    For days I’d wanted to corner her, press her to the wall and remind her with my mouth, my hands, and my cock, why she wouldn’t turn me down, instead of sending fucking emails. I was on edge, struggling to hold myself in check, when I wanted to toss her over my shoulder and take her home where she belonged. And damn it, she did belong there with me.
    Now she was two doors away and my imagination had me caught in a sensory memory. I could smell her getting wet for me, almost taste her on my tongue. If I hadn’t wanted more than her body against mine, I would have waltzed in there, swung her over my shoulder, and carried her into my office, right in front of Chelsea. Actually, it wasn’t a bad idea.
    I glanced up at the door, then back to the email. The lack of response when I’d asked her to talk puzzled me. Wasn’t