Ah, they were getting somewhere. But he was smart enough not to push her. “Fine. When you’re in this space, you don’t wear panties. You don’t put anything between my cock and your pussy. Am I understood?”
She twisted, obviously trying to find her footing. “Yes. I understand. You want to fuck me.”
“I want to do a lot of things to you. With you. Fucking is only part of it, but I think it’s all you’ll allow me right now.” He moved in behind her, his fingers still twisted around her thong. “But you should know that I’m fucking you because I’ve never felt more like me than when I’m inside you. You are everything I’ve looked for in life.”
“Yeah, because what you wanted was a money-grubbing whore.”
He wasn’t about to put up with that. He knew why she’d said it. She was pushing him, needed to see if he would break. But he couldn’t let her get away with it. He reached around and twisted her nipple as he tugged on the thong.
The little squeal that came out of her throat let him know he’d hit the right spots.
“Don’t you ever let me hear those words come out of your mouth again,” he growled in her ear. “I’m not fucking joking. I won’t put up with that, and you will not like the spanking that comes from it.”
“I’m only saying what everyone says. What you thought when you met me.” The words came out in a breathless rush.
“I thought you might be a little mercenary. Would it shock you to know I don’t have any disdain for a woman or man who makes money off sex? Sex is nothing to be ashamed of. Intimacy of some kind is necessary to be happy and whole, and if a prostitute is happy, good for fucking them. If a woman marries a man because he can take care of her and she can meet his needs too, good for them. Same goes for a man marrying a woman for the same reasons.”
“But you had disdain for me. You didn’t like the fact that I married an old man.”
“I didn’t care in the beginning, and then I was fucking jealous of anyone who ever touched you before.” He let the thong go, though it stayed there between her cheeks. He moved around her, glancing down and seeing that the panties had bunched up and split her pussy, hiding between the lips. That fabric was also soaking wet. “I know I’m the villain in this piece, but I wasn’t the only one who stereotyped the other. The minute you found out my family had money, you thought I was suspicious.”
“And I was right about you. You were using me. Just like everyone else does.”
“I’m not like anyone else in your life. I will lay everything I have at your feet,” he promised. “You keep me in that box. I will bust out. But for tonight, I’ll be your bad guy, baby. I’ll be the man who makes you cry because you need it.”
“I don’t need anything from you.”
Still not her safe word. He turned to his kit and prayed she didn’t mean what she’d said.
* * * *
The bastard knew what he was doing. Her thong was caught, and every time she moved it slid against her clit. Just enough to make her desperate for more.
She, on the other hand, had no fucking idea why she was here. She’d gone outside because she couldn’t breathe. She hadn’t been looking for Michael. So why hadn’t she walked away the minute she’d seen him?
Instead her heart had thudded in her chest when she’d watched that big body walk out onto the balcony.
She’d realized there was no way she didn’t fall back into bed with him. And what was wrong with that? She wanted him. He wanted her.
She would still leave in the end. Why shouldn’t she take everything he was willing to give? As long as she was honest, anything that happened was no fault of hers.
You are everything I’ve looked for in life.
She wished he would shut up and fuck her. Every stupid word that came out of his mouth threatened to melt her ice, and she needed her ice.
But she’d found something she needed far more and that was pleasure. She needed to fuck him out of her system so she could move on with her life when this was over. No man had ever moved her the way this one had. Both physically and emotionally.
She’d learned, though, that a man who could take her to the highest heights could also slam her into hell.
He was too dangerous. In this moment, he thought he wanted her, but his guilt would dissipate, and he would realize she wasn’t the right woman for him. The trouble she would bring him would ensure they couldn’t work in the long run.