Bad Boy Rich

“You’re so delicious when you’re angry.” He bites my lower lip, between my gasps.

“When was I angry…” I could barely say the words, my whole body ready to combust on the spot.

“You’re always angry, with me. That’s why I can’t stop thinking about you…naked…here…ready for me.”

He lifts me onto the counter, moving the food away so he could lay me down. Spreading my legs apart, he watches as my panties are in full view, eyeing them with such desire. He remains quiet, leaning in between my legs and running his nose along the outside of the fabric, my moans echoing loudly in the large kitchen from the anticipation.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” I plead, though unconvincingly.

Wesley’s eyes remain fixated on mine; cursing me with a satisfied grin. He loved to control us—everything from the moment we kiss till the second we finish.

I watch with anticipation and a galloping heartbeat, his head lowering down and settling between my legs. My panties are parted; his fist clutching them as the tip of his tongue touches my swollen clit. My back arches against the marble; the tips of my fingers gripping the edge for support.

He knows he’s damn good, sticking his tongue in between my creases in a delightful pace. I’m close. Desperate not to give in so early but that fire in my belly, the one making my head spin—demands that I succumb to the raging orgasm about to take over.

Then—boom.

My body collapses against the countertop with my breaths short and quick. I want to laugh, scream and tie myself to this man for the rest of my life.

The sound of metal clinks against the concrete floors. I try to pull myself up but Wesley is pinning me down, sliding himself in me. No questions, no words, his mouth against mine roughly as he thrusts deep into me, trapping my screams amongst his kisses.

His need to make love so raw yet intimate made me fall for him harder. I grab onto his hair, running my hands through it and using them to guide his lips onto mine, wanting him more and more to the point that I am willing to sacrifice everything for this moment.

His taste is erotically charged; a mixture of desperation and dominance—two very different things yet everything that turned me on when he was inside me.

A loud grunt barrels through him as our bodies disconnect; the cool air falling onto my heated skin as he finishes himself on my thigh. Both of us are out of breath, unable to talk as we gulp for air, our chests rising and falling from the intensity of this moment.

He extends his hand, arms flexing and doing that nice thing with his biceps that made them look sexy. Great, you’re getting all turned on again.

“Hungry?”

“Famished,” I tell him, as he wipes down my thigh with a tea towel. “Oh, really. Did you have to used that?”

“It’s not like I haven’t…” He purposely cuts himself off, distracting me by handing me a bottle of wine. “How about you head outside and I’ll finish cooking in here?”

I pretend it doesn’t hurt, knowing that other women had been where I have been. With my confidence shattered and my silence portraying my humiliation, the cold hard reality is that this could be a regular occurrence for him.

Keeping my opinion at bay, I make my way outside and stand by the pool edge, admiring the view as I did the first night here. What a completely different world I had found myself in. I wondered what stronger force brought me here. How did I end up in a relationship with a man who was so beautiful inside and out yet so damaged at the same time.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

Wesley steps outside, placing a dish on the table. He slides a chair out and gestures for me to sit down, placing a napkin in my lap then leaning in to kiss my lips. “That I do this for all women.”

“I wasn’t thinking that.”

I wasn’t a great liar, though I was happy he didn’t push me to answer that question again. The warm air caresses my skin, giving me a moment to calm down and try my best to enjoy this moment. He had gone to all this effort, my insecurity needed to take a massive raincheck and stop horning in on my quality time with Wesley.

?

?It’s so beautiful out here. You know, back home, you don’t see lights like that.”

“What do you see?”

I stare into the sky, remembering what it felt like to be home again. I lose myself, smiling as if this was back home.

“Mountains, water…nature.”

“You miss it, don’t you?”