Chapter 520 You Used Me

Elliot’s POV

I called her from the study at a little after eight. The house was empty. The staff had left hours ago. I preferred it that way when I worked. The line rang twice before she answered.

“Tessa, hello!”

“Come to the house. I have something for you.”

She was quiet for a second. “What kind of something?”

“The kind you have been asking for. Do not bring the recorder. Do not bring anyone. Park in the back and use the side door. I will leave it unlocked.”

I ended the call before she could ask anything else. Then I poured a drink and waited.

She arrived thirty-seven minutes later. I heard the side door open and close. Her heels were soft on the marble as she crossed the hall. I stayed in the study until she found me. She stopped in the doorway wearing a black dress that ended above her knees and the same red lipstick she always wore when she thought she was the one in control. I did not stand.

“Close the door,” I said.

She closed it. I set my glass down and walked around the desk. She watched me the entire way. When I reached her, I put one hand on her waist and the other under her chin, so she had to look up.

“You came,” I said.

“You said you had something.”

“I do.” I ran my thumb across her lower lip. “But first you are going to give me something.”

Her breath caught when I slid my hand down the front of her dress and cupped her breast through the fabric. I pinched her nipple hard enough that she made a small sound. She did not step back. I did it again, slower this time, rolling it between my fingers while I watched her face.

“Take the dress off,” I said.

She hesitated. I pinched harder. She reached for the zipper at the side and pulled it down. The dress fell to the floor. She was not wearing a bra. I looked at her for a moment, then pushed her back against the door and put my mouth on her breast. I sucked hard and bit down just enough to make her gasp. My other hand went between her legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her through the thin fabric of her underwear until she was rocking against my hand.

“You have been thinking about this,” I said against her skin. “Every time you walked into a room with me. Every time I left you unfinished.”

“Yes.”

I pulled the underwear aside and pushed two fingers inside her. She was tight and hot. I fucked her with my fingers while I sucked her other breast, switching between them until both nipples were swollen and red. She moaned and grabbed my shoulder. I kept going until her legs started to shake. Then I pulled my fingers out and wiped them on her thigh.

“On your knees.”

She dropped. I opened my belt and freed myself. She looked up at me once before she took me into her mouth. I put my hand in her hair and held her still while she worked. She was good at it. She used her tongue and sucked hard every time she pulled back. I let her stay there until I was close, then pulled her off and lifted her. I carried her to the desk and cleared the surface with one arm. Papers hit the floor. I set her on the edge, spread her legs, and pushed inside her in one long thrust.

She cried out. I did not stop. I fucked her hard, hands on her hips, pulling her onto me with every stroke. The desk shifted under us. I reached up and pinched her nipple again while I drove into her. She came around me with her head tipped back and her mouth open. I kept going. I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and took her from behind. She gripped the edge of the desk and moaned into the wood. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her, rough and deep, until she came a second time. Only then did I let myself finish. I stayed buried inside her and spilled deep, one hand fisted in her hair.

When I pulled out, she stayed bent over the desk, breathing hard. I fixed my clothes and walked around to the front of the desk so I could see her face. She looked wrecked. Lipstick smeared. Hair messy. Thighs wet.

“Catwoman is Katia Windsor,” I said.

She lifted her head. For a second she did not speak. Then she pushed herself up and turned to face me.

“What?”

“Katia Windsor. Julian’s wife. The woman who has been beating you for months. The woman Gail stood in front of cameras and lied for. You are going to go live tonight and say her name. You are going to show the city exactly who has been hiding behind that mask.”

She stared at me. “You knew this the whole time.”

“I knew.”

“And you waited until now to tell me.”

“I waited until I had what I wanted from you.” I stepped closer and ran my fingers down her stomach. “You are going to do it. Because if you do not, I will tell the city that their favorite racer has been spreading her legs for information she could not even prove. Your stream dies. Your career dies. And you still will not have the name. By the way, your cunt isn’t all bad.”

She was quiet. I could see her working through it. She hated me in that moment. She was also going to do exactly what I said.

“Get dressed,” I told her. “Go home. Fix your face. Go live before midnight. Say the name. Show the proof I am about to send you. Then we will talk about what you get in return.”

She pulled her dress back on with shaking hands. I watched her. When she was dressed, she looked at me one more time.

“You used me.”

“Yes.”

She walked to the door and opened it. I followed her into the hall. She was almost to the side door when the front door opened. Delia stepped inside, still wearing the coat she had left in earlier. She stopped when she saw us. Her eyes moved from Tessa to me. Tessa kept walking. She did not look back. The side door closed behind her.

Delia stood in the entryway with her keys still in her hand. I stayed where I was and looked at her. She looked at me. Neither of us spoke.