“Yeah, we leave tomorrow.” I raked my hand through my hair and downed my drink. “I’ve got to go talk to Carrie.”
“Good luck. She’ll be shitty company on the way home.” He let out a breath and got to his feet.
“I’m not taking her with us. I’ll do a turnaround and finish out the last few days with her.” I would go upstairs and talk to her and break the news. But first I’d have to explain to her what she overheard. I was sure she’d caught on that I had feelings for her, and it was obvious that wasn’t what she’d signed up for.
I headed upstairs and found her in bed. She rolled over as I approached, and I sat at the foot of the bed and let out a breath. “I’m sorry. I know this isn’t what you signed up for.”
“No, it’s not. I’m tired.”
“I came to tell you that I have to roll out in the morning. I wish I could stay, and I won’t be gone long, but I have a meeting in New York. I’ll have the staff look out for you, and I’ll be back before it’s time for you to leave.” I reached out and touched her leg, and she didn’t respond.
“Whatever. It’s not like the contract assures you stay here. So, go.” Her tone was sharp, and she turned her eyes back to the wall.
Something inside me shifted, the alpha asshole stepping in, the rejection more than I could handle. “I don’t think I like your attitude.” I was struggling to keep some sort of a hold on her, unable to let her go just yet. I said the only thing that I could think of. “Let me remind you that you’re still under contract.”
“I’m aware. I’m not refusing.” She gave me a narrowed glare around her shoulder. “Far be it from me to be uncooperative. It’s just sex, right?”
My heart thudded in my chest. So, she’d heard. Fuck. But that meant she’d heard about my feelings too. Obviously, she didn’t reciprocate. Now I was angry. “I’ve had enough of the tone, point made.” I would show her what it’s like to just have sex. To be used and uncared for. I cleared my throat. “Get to your feet.”
She glanced over her shoulder, and I could tell that my tone had shocked her. I’d deliberately made my voice harsh. She sat up slowly and stood beside the bed, so I moved on her quickly, and she held her arms up protectively as I got in her face and looked down at her with a snarl. “So, it’s just sex? If that’s how you want it then far be it from me to give you more. Get on your knees.”
She lifted her chin defiantly. “Yes, sir.” She knelt and glared up at me with hate in her eyes. They burned through me, and I knew something had shifted between us, and I hated it. She reached for my pants and unzipped them, and then wasted no time taking my cock out. She licked her hand and then gripped my cock tight, working it from my head to the base and back.
“Suck it,” I growled.
She stuck out her tongue and licked me from my balls to the rim of my head, and then she popped it into her mouth, sucking so hard I grit my teeth. Then she relaxed her throat and took me deeper.
I thrust my hips and held the top of her head. I pushed my throbbing shaft into her throat and worked my hips, feeling my head pop in and out of her tonsils. She put up a brave front and took what I had to dish out with little gagging, so I pulled out and jerked her up by her arm. I was still gentler than I had been with anyone else, because in reality I didn’t want to hurt her. I was already in way over my head and deeper than she wanted me to be.
“You want me to fuck you hard? That’s what you want, huh? Tell me. Tell me it’s just sex.” I pushed her back on the bed, and she nodded.
“Yes, Chance. Fuck me hard.” She rolled over and put her ass up in the air, and I growled. She looked over her shoulder at me and I saw contempt in her eyes. But wait, there was something else too. It was buried deep, but it was there. She was excited.
“You want something in that tight hole?” I asked.
“That’s all you have left to take. Take it; you’ve more than paid for your whore.”
Hearing her regard herself as my whore was a total turn on, but there was something to the edge of her voice. I played it safe.
I gripped her hair, which she had tied up into a ponytail and wound my hand in it. I centered my cock at her sopping wet pussy and thrust inside her hard. She screamed out and I thrust harder, fucking her so hard that her tits slapped together. I reached around and rubbed her slick little mound, listening to her whimper through her pleasure as she clenched on my cock. “Mm. Come on my cock, Carrie. Soak me with that juicy pussy,” I said, slapping her ass and leaving a pink streak on one perfect cheek.
Her body collapsed beneath me, her entire front, face-planting into the bed as she weakened. The pleasure on her face was so intense as she turned her head to the side with her little ass still in the air for me to pound that pussy, I knew I had to lighten up on her. She’d wanted to play rough, but I cared too much not to be tender. I slowed my pace and pulled her up so I could lay behind her. I gathered her close and slipped my cock back into her soaked channel, and I kissed her neck and held her, wanting nothing more than to stay like th
at forever. If only she’d wanted the same.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - CARRIE
I couldn’t believe how rough he was being and how much I liked it. I had not only fallen for him, but I’d turned into the wanton whore he wanted me to be. Just like all the others.
I hated that it felt so good, that sex with him was something I’d miss, but I couldn’t afford to back out of my contract. At least I got the full experience from him, and I figured by the time I left, he’d take my ass too.
I had thought he had the best intentions with me, considering how he’d been, but now I realized that he saw me as less, some inexperienced little girl and not up to the same standards as the others. So, what if I didn’t have experience? I had wanted so badly to show him that it didn’t matter but I’d ended up running out of energy. He had me down on the bed curled in a whimpering ball as he ground his cock into me from behind. It felt amazing, and I wanted to close my eyes and imagine us that way forever. But I knew it was not meant to be. When I’d thought that I was some special choice, that this was something he was trying because he found normal relationships boring or a threat, I had been okay with it. But knowing I was one of many, just another hole to use, bought and paid for, I felt cheap. Not special. Not chosen.
“Does it feel good, angel?” The words at my shoulder brought tears to my eyes and anger through my veins as my blood pumped faster.
I controlled my temper. “Yes.”
“I’m sorry I have to go away. I know it doesn’t matter much to you now, but I really wanted us to have more time.” I considered what he was saying. More time? To do what? Pretend we were a couple, to take me on shopping trips and buy me things so he could make me think he cared? I wanted to knee him in the dick, but I was too busy enjoying the feel of it working me close to another release. I was glad my back was to him. I didn’t want him to know how much I liked it. But then another orgasm came, causing me to hiccup a sound of pleasure and to tighten around him, trembling with my release.