Her Men

“I’ve not been interested in anyone. I’ve been happy to study and to live my life. I’m not a great people person. I don’t fall for kind words just because a guy wants in my pants.” She put her fork down. Her appetite was long gone. “I’m done.”

“Sit down.” He growled the words out, and she didn’t want to hear them.

She paused but didn’t sit down.

“If you don’t sit down, I’ll paddle your ass.”

“Seriously, you’d punish me as if you’re my daddy?”

“Yes, I would. Only by the time I was done, you wouldn’t be thinking about your daddy.”

“What would I be thinking about then?” She kept on glaring at him, wanting this conversation to stop but at the same time, curious as to what would happen.

“You’d be thinking about how good my fingers felt on your virgin pussy because once I got your ass all nice and red, I’d stroke you. I’d make you all better. You ever come on a man’s fingers, Abby?”

Why was he saying these things to her? Why was she so aroused?

His words were driving her crazy, and she wanted him, wanted more.

Against her will, she sat down on the chair and stared at him.

“No.”

“Have you ever come by your own hands?”

She pressed her thighs together and waited. Nodding her head, she heard him chuckle.

“Of course you have. Pick up your knife and fork, and eat.”

“I don’t want to. I’m not hungry.”

“Then strip down. I’d love to see how wet you are for me right now.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked.

“Because I can. Because I want to. Even if you hate me right now, I can see that your nipples are rock-hard. You may want to hate me, but you can’t. I can handle that. There’s a lot I can handle, and I’m starting to see that I was wrong about you.”

“Wrong?”

“Yeah, you’re nothing like your parents, are you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Did you marry me for my money?”

“No.” The very idea was repulsive to her. She didn’t want his money or him.

“Good. Your parents blackmailed me into marrying you. What do you think about that?”

“Why did they have anything to blackmail you with?” she asked. It was a genuinely curious question.

“I have secrets.” He winked at her. “You never know, you may find out exactly what I like.”

Right at that second, she didn’t want to think about it.

“What’s it going to be, Abby? Are you going to strip naked for me, let me eat my dinner while staring at your dripping wet pussy, or are you going to eat?”

There’s no way she’s going to be able to sit there or stand there on display for him. It was … dirty. Wrong.

It sounds so good.

Even as she hated the idea, she was still aroused at the thought. Would it be so bad to cave to him? To finally find out what it was like to be with a man. Not just any man but someone like James who knew what he was doing.

He may not know what he’s doing.

He could be so awful in bed that you wish you never even gave him a chance.

Pushing all of those thoughts aside, she focused on the meal in front of her. That was what she needed to do.

Eat her food.

Without food she wouldn’t be able to think, to focus, to do anything.

Eat and come up with a plan.

Picking up her fork, she took a bite of the food, and he sighed.

“Shame, I was rather looking forward to seeing your pussy.”

****

James stuck to the shadows and watched as Abby curled up in the entertainment room. She held the remote in her hand and was flicking through the TV channels, going up and then down.

He’d heard her sneaking downstairs. Rather than scare her on the steps, he’d followed her. Drake had suggested to him to try to make this marriage work. That if he had Abby on his side, she’d be able to get the information her parents had, and deal with them swiftly.

First, he’d wanted her to cheat on him.

Now, though, he had other ideas.

He wanted her, no doubt about that.

But could he have everything his heart desired? Abby seemed perfect.

If Drake was right and he believed all the background information he had on her, then she wasn’t like her parents.

Part of him didn’t want to believe it.

Then again, he was nothing like his power-hungry parents either. Before their passing they’d been making his life a misery. They wanted him to marry for more power and wealth, and he kept refusing, which caused trouble with his board of directors as well as the press.

Investors had also been a problem.

When his parents died in a plane crash that took over a hundred lives, all of his advisers stopped trying to marry him off.

Now he had Abby, as the result of blackmail, and throughout dinner she’d looked miserable, confused, and horny.