Undeniably Enemies (Boston's Irresistible Billionaires #5)

by J. Saman

“You don’t see it, do you? The power you have?” He takes my hand and rubs it over his hard cock. “You’re the one doing this to me. I won’t ask you again. If you stay, you’re mine tonight. Lie back.”

Isn’t this what he said he likes? Control. Punishment play.

What am I doing with her? What’s my endgame with this? Was it just a one-off? A way to scratch a five-year-old itch? Am I after something else with the pain in the ass? Or truth, did that fucking drink actually have some sort of black Voodoo magic in it? ’Til death do us part. Better fucking not be. She drives me crazy. We can hardly stand to be in the same space for longer than two minutes without fighting. Even tonight the sex wasn’t exactly what I’d call cute and cuddly. It was hate sex.

as always, my Cinderella surprises me.

“You’re my neighbor, my brother’s best friend, and my boss. Do you need more of a reason why this can’t happen than that?”

“Were you tossing and turning, thinking about it all night? Replaying it in your head and shoving your pillow between your thighs to ebb the tension and ache you felt there? I know you didn’t use one of your pretty toys. You’re too stubborn to give in to that.”

“Give me a word, Wren. You say you hate me, and you keep telling me to stop, but your body and actions are saying something different. And I want to do things to you. Dirty, depraved, kinky as all fuck things.” “Asshole.”

I want to make you come now. On my fingers first. With your eyes on me.” “No.” I bite her lip and drag it with my teeth. “Yes. Because you’re so beautiful when you’re turned on, but otherworldly gorgeous when you come, and I want you to watch me watch you.”

“You have your safe word. Now let’s see if I can make you use it.”

I’m hoping she does and I’m also hoping she doesn’t. I like her fight, but I love her surrender.

“I want you naked and wet and begging for me.” She shakes her head, her neck twisting in my hand and against my lips. “I’ll never beg for you.”

I think it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and it makes you the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.” “Don’t be nice to me, Jack,” she says in a quiet voice. “I can handle almost anything else but that.”

I like punishing the brat, but I love rewarding the good girl, and I want to see that side of her so fucking badly.

but I love rewarding the good girl,

and I want to see that side of her so ...

“Let’s see how well you can handle getting fucked when you have that plug in your ass and my cock in your cunt.”

“My sweet, beautiful Wren, I have no plans to stop. Not yet. I’m going to fuck you all day and all night. All week you’ll hardly be able to move or sit without feeling my cock inside of you, and when you’re sore and aching and touching yourself, I want you to remember who did this to you.”

“I won’t think of you again after today.” He chuckles, the sound ragged. He doesn’t even have to call me a liar. He knows I am just as I do.

“So pretty when you beg for me, Wren, and I knew you would.” My eyes flash. “You son of a bitch!”

I bite my lip. I like the way he smells—like sweat and sex and me and him. I like the way he feels—warm and strong and protective and safe. But he’s not safe. He’s Jack.

His blue eyes are so light right now, the lightest I’ve ever seen them. And that smile he’s giving me, complete with dimples, is utterly devastating.

That means you need to chill out with me. I’m not here to mess you up or fight with you. I’m not here to take over and be your boyfriend. I want to fuck your brains out, and that’s it.”

Chappell Roan’s “HOT TO GO!”

sass and sunshine as my dad calls me. Well, with a hint of darkness, but that’s not entirely my fault.

You shouldn’t text me anymore. He replies instantly as if he were waiting for my response. Jack: I agree. But unfortunately, beautiful Wren, I bought romance books and texted you just to get you to respond and talk to me. Even when I knew I shouldn’t. When it comes to you, I don’t seem to know how to do the right thing.

I’m angry at Jack for being perfect. For being the guy I would want and also for being the guy I can never have.

It always has cracks, places the glue cannot fully mend. She’s proving that wrong, and from the moment I accepted that I love her, nothing else seems to matter to me but her. Except she’s starting her career, and I’m trying to climb the ladder of mine.

It’s so easy for her to say goodbye to me, and for me, it’s the fight of my life.

I can breathe again only I can’t because she took my breath with her.

“Too bad that we’re just friends or I’d let you bench me for real.” My jaw drops and my dick jerks, liking that idea far too much. She breaks into a fit of giggles at my response. “Glad I can still affect you.”

“Please, Jack. You need to leave because if you don’t, I’m going to fall in love with you. I’ve been fighting it, but I’m not sure how much more I can take. And it won’t be the kind of love I felt before. It won’t be the adolescent kind. It will be the full-grown woman kind of love, and I… I won’t come back from that. Not again. It was nearly impossible the first time. So please, before that happens, you have to go.”

“It’s already too late for me. Wren, I love you. I do. I’ve loved you for…” He trails off with a half-chuckle. “Fuck, I think I’ve loved you since that night at the party. I loved you even when I shouldn’t have. Even when I swore I hated you. It’s a love I haven’t come back from, and I know I never will. It’s a love that no longer gives a fuck about anything but you.”

“You own me. I want this. I want you. And I told you before, I’m tired of fighting it. I can’t fight it anymore.” “You love me?” “More than anything.” He smirks. “Why else would I agree to be friends?”

“Mine,” he whispers against my skin. “This neck, Cinderella. I’ve been obsessed with this neck for five years.”

“You want to see clingy, baby? I’ll make you fucking desperate.”

“Love you, my beautiful Wren. My perfect Cinderella. The prize I never thought I’d win.” His eyes find mine. “Not in a million years did I think you’d be mine.” I tilt my head and throw him a saucy look. “Who said I am?” A smile spreads across his lips, and he swats my ass. “Fucking brat.” He lands a hard kiss on my lips. “Who said I was giving you a choice?”

She licks her lips and nods, but with me this deep in her, it’s hard for her to focus. Wren is so physical. All visceral.

Those blue eyes. That stunning face. My girl. She’s all mine now.

“I need six hundred milligrams of ibuprofen, ice, rest, fluids, and food.”

“Stay in love with me, okay? Don’t get scared and rethink this.” “What happens when you remember you don’t like me?” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Wanna know a secret?” I continue before she can answer my rhetorical question. “I always liked you. Even when I told myself I didn’t. You’re a pain in the ass, but I think that’s one of the things I like most about you. And not just because I get to punish you for it.” She releases a shaky breath. “Don’t break my heart again.” My expression turns as serious as hers, and I cup her jaw and rub our noses together. “Never. I’m sorry I broke it to begin with.” I kiss her softly but determinedly so she knows I mean it. So she knows it’s for real. “Your heart is my end piece. My checkmate. The place I’d like to start calling home if you’d let me.” “Wanna spend the weekend with me?” I chuckle. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Sometimes, all it takes is one small thing, one tiny push, the right person to come along at the right time, and we can overcome anything.”

“You’re doing so well. You take my cock so perfectly, and you feel incredible. I love you, my beautiful girl.”

I can never decide which way I like taking her more. Pushing her limits or fucking her like a queen. I find I always have to do both. Once is never enough anyway.