Too Late For Regret: The Assistant's Revenge

he glass facades of the skyscrapers like a thousand camera fl

ing hummed quietly, keeping the tempe

were sweating against the leather steering wheel. She hadn't slept a single

arnings report. He wore a navy blue suit today, his tie p

it down hard on the inside of her cheek, using the sha

said. Her voice sounded

turned a page of the report. "Keep

out, her voice trembling slightly before hardening. "I want to terminate

ed loudly in the sud

-air. The page of the repo

mirror, meeting hers. The temperature in the car seemed to

the back of Christina's neck stand up. He tossed t

pressing against the back of her

with venom. "Who gave you the delusion that you

throat dry. "It's over, Jack

ommanded, his voice a

ooker Building. The tires squeaked against the polished floor. Christina slamm

ock the doors and unbuckled her seatbelt, her hand

get out. She needed

ore she could swing her legs out,

as like a

Christina gasped,

g force. Christina let out a sharp cry as she was pulled over th

hand shot up and gripped her jaw, his fingers pressing hard into her

aw, violent possessiveness rad

," Jackson said, his voice a ha

his solid chest, trying to wedge some space between them. "You are marrying

ame didn't bring guilt to

ticked in his cheek. He looked down at

mine," he

violent jerk, he ripped it open. The small pearl buttons popped

crossing her arms over he

e hair at the back of her head, pulling her he

It was a punishmen

nd dark coffee. Christina tried to turn her head, making a muffled

s, but hitting him was like hitting

nted windows of the Maybach, casting harsh, bloody shadow

ng heavily, his chest rising and falling against hers. His eye

pressed the intercom b

on said, his

curity crackled through the

down the private elevator. We are

stood,

e shook her head frantically. "No. Jackson

e the privacy partition,

going anywhe

door opened, he grabbed her around the waist and hauled h

rivate elevator. She hit his arm, her nail

ors opened, and he shoved her inside,

tor, clutching the ruined edges of her blouse together. Jackson stood in front o

ors sl

nd scooped her up into his arms. She kicked

d her against the wall next to the front do

h one hand. His other hand went to the hem of h

ed against her neck, his teeth scraping her skin. "

with foreplay. He used his weight to press her f

ntirely without gentleness. It was

physical pain was sharp, but the humiliation was worse. She squeezed

stood there, taking the brutal rhythm of his body against her

The fight drained out of her

eplaced by a sudden, creeping panic. He looked at her face. Her eyes

tightly around her waist, burying his face in

d down the wall, completely exhaus

carefully this time. He carried her into the master bedroom an

velvet duvet over

d into a tight ball, pulling the blanket up to

exhausted face. He reached out, his thumb gently wip

ight with a terrifying real