You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
Millwood: North Lake Drive - 7:30 pm
Cooper moved toward the front door, one long stride after another. The ride over here had done nothing to assuage his rage or the incessant pounding in his head and his body ached but he ignored it. Millwood was quiet, always so damned quiet, only serving to amplify the roar in his ears. No doubt the front door would be unlocked; no one locked their doors here. Testing the handle the latch gave way easily in his hand; he shoved the door open and entered.
"Gemma!" Cooper's rough voice shouted as he quickly walked from room to room sidestepping the annoying interference of a cat as it wove in and out of his path as if to waylay him and looked for her. "Gemma where in hell are you damn it?" Cooper massaged the back of his neck, bruised and aching; he'd tear the place up if he had to. Turning he saw her slender legs as Gemma moved fluidly down the staircase.
"Cooper, this is a surprise, what are you doing here?"
She moved toward him, every step just like his dead wife, smooth and delicate, her voice had that same lilt. It only served to further incense him. "I warned you to stay away from my family." The deep timbre of his voice was a barely contained threat as he moved toward her. "You wanted my attention, well now you've got it!" Cooper's eyes were slits as he reached out with arms shaking in fury.
Gemma's expression turned from surprise to alarm as she tentatively stepped backward. "Don't flatter yourself into thinking anything I do is for your attention. I came to you looking for an opportunity and you slammed the door in my face. I told you I would approach Wyatt. He was free to turn me down but he didn't. It's just business." She tried to move away from him slowly as she spoke. It was clear that he was slowly losing control of his anger although it seemed irrational to lose it over a business deal.
It began to spread through his body in an overwhelming and angry wave. The woman who was his light, his touchstone, had betrayed him, had chosen another man and left him feeling bitter and bereft. That pain was infinitely worse than any physical pain McDermott could have dealt. Cooper glared at Gemma incensed and in turmoil over the range of emotions that shook him. With his vision blurred she looked more like Julia than ever. He grabbed her roughly not caring that he was easily bruising her pale arms as he gripped them. Cooper saw the growing fear in her eyes as she tried to push him away.
"Take your hands off of me! You're hurting me!"
Ryan McDermott had taken the woman he loved; Gemma threatened to destroy what he had left of his family. The corporeal form of his dead wife, Julia incarnate and he had to exorcise her ghost once and for all. A deep growl rose from his chest as Cooper looked down at her. "Damn you! Why can't you stay dead?"
Gripping her hair roughly in his fist he lowered his head and crushed her mouth against his in a violent kiss. Gemma struggled at the ferocity of his passion, if it could even be called that, until he stopped the assault on her mouth briefly and ripped her top from her body, its delicate fabric rending easily in his hands.
Cooper could see her pulse beating wildly in the curve of her neck as she struggled to regain her composure. His body roiled in pain, fury, and arousal. Cooper could have any damned woman he wanted except the one that truly mattered. Cursing under his breath he bent his head toward Gemma's neck. He was going to take her. He was not going to be gentle. He was going to fuck her until they were both spent. And then he would walk away, forget them all.
Lifting her easily Cooper carried her up the stairs, kicked open what he assumed was her bedroom door, vaguely heard it slam shut from the brute force and roughly laid her on the bed before pulling his shirt off as he moved toward her. Gemma's eyes provoked him, the damned bitch. He dragged her body toward him as he loosened his belt. When he spoke again his voice was hoarse, rough. "Why can't you just stay buried?"
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