“I don’t have to give chase. I have you.”
“You’ll never have me. Not in the way they did.”
His eyes flare and I grip his hand just as he snaps the strap of my dress.
“I just bought this, you bastard.”
He doesn’t so much as flinch as I sink my fingernails into the flesh of his hand while he lowers the fabric to cup my breasts.
“Under my fat thumb,” he muses, lifting the bodice before he slides his thumb along my stomach, and down, past my pelvic bone and through the thin smattering of hair, inching lower before pressing it against my clit.
“You hate me,” he presses harder and I wince, releasing his hand before he licks the pad of it and resumes his touch, massaging me in dizzying circles. “I have some hate for you, as well,” he exhales a gin-infused breath. “But you’ve given me a sort of gift. I never imagined I’d be here under his roof, touching what he treasures.”
He pauses his movement when I let out a self-deprecating laugh. “You’re sadly mistaken if you think I’m anything close to his treasure. He’s incapable of feeling anything. Just like you.” Instinctively, I buck my hips against his touch and close my eyes. “Why just months ago, Daddy told me he didn’t love me over lamb chops.”
His finger stops altogether, and he withdraws it.
I open my eyes to see him staring raptly. I tilt my head, nothing but malice in my voice when I speak. “Don’t act so surprised, I told you his only child is his company. Did you think I was bluffing? That inheritance he’s granting me is a payoff. A payoff for every recital he missed, for every father-daughter dance he avoided, for every Christmas morning he skipped, for his absence.” I pull his hand back to my center, spreading my legs wider to grant access. “My mother put together my first bike, built me my treehouse. My mother did those things. So, like I told you, I’m here to collect, for her. Unlike you, every word I breathe isn’t a lie.”
I might as well have slapped him, judging from the look on his face. He earns a lazy smile from me due to my victory. “You really didn’t think a monster like Roman Horner is capable of a pesky emotion like love, did you?” He stares down at me deathly still. “Like I said, you’re one and the same.” His expression has my blood boiling. “Don’t you fucking dare pity me, Tobias, play your part. In case you forgot, you’re the bad guy.”
“What is this?” He asks, leaning in, his tone laced with suspicion. “What are you doing?”
“Doing? Nothing. I was sleeping, but apparently that’s not happening anytime soon, so,” I nudge his idle hand and close my eyes. A breath passes, then another, before his hand resumes covering me in a soft caress. I open my eyes, irritated by the unwelcome tenderness in his touch. It’s when I see sympathy that I reach back and slap him, wiping his expression away. In a flash, I’m being pressed into the mattress, my wrists in his grip as he snarls at me, nose to nose.
“Stop. Fucking. Hitting. Me.”
He smashes his mouth on mine, slipping his tongue past my teeth with my first moan. Mouths molding, I rip at his shirt as he buries his face in my neck, lowering his hand to push his fingers inside me, finding me soaked. He groans as he rims my pussy, sliding a second finger to the circle of muscle behind it. I yelp into his mouth and grip him behind the neck while he probes me in an untouched place.
He breaks from me, his fingers smoothly going in and out as he watches my reaction to his touch. Eyes ablaze, he withdraws and stands to rid himself of his clothes. Breasts exposed, legs open, I lift to my elbows to watch.
I’m barely able to manage another clear thought when his cock springs free from his boxers, bobbing heavily in front of me. I do my best to control the display of my hunger as he draws me to the end of the bed and wraps my hair around his fist, before bending to kiss me. Fire ignites in my core as he thrusts his tongue in, over and over until I’m moaning and reaching for his cock. I pump him in my hand when he pulls back, his eyes hood as I lick my lips, lust drunk from his kiss.
“Suck,” he orders, and I gape at him—the audacity of this man. His eyes are unyielding as I barter with my devil, eyeing the head, my mouth watering. Stalling, I glare up at him and squeeze him from thick base to engorged tip. He’s dripping, and I find satisfaction in that.
It’s my move.
I continue to pump him with my hand as he traces my hot-pink stained lips with his finger before pushing one into my mouth and then adding another. On impulse, I suck as he curses before replacing his fingers with the thick head of his cock, and sliding it in.
“Putain.” Fuck.
I choke on the fullness of him as my jaw burns while I furiously try to fit him in my mouth. His amber eyes are ensnared as he watches, bewitched. I struggle with his size, hollowing my cheeks, opening my throat. He’s too big, and I’m barely able to cover half of him as he begins to pump his hips. Clawing his thighs, I try my best to get him in, his jaw flexes at my effort, his eyes hooding while his lips turn up in smug amusement. The man is ridiculously hung and no doubt aware of it.
Relaxing my jaw, I lift to my knees and dive, finally able to get him in as a trail of saliva drips between us. The sight of it sets him off as I choke on his length, his girth, and his hands start to roam. My teeth rake his silky head as he orders me on all fours before turning me so that he’s stretching me with his thick fingers while he feeds me his cock. My jaw burns with every thrust of his hips, but I’m rewarded by his mingled breaths and filthy words.
I pull away, allowing myself some breath and fondle his balls, pumping him in long strokes. He runs his fingers along my jaw, and then across my lips. He’s in no hurry, he plans on taking his time.
My core tightens around his fingers, my orgasm building while I stroke him, pleasure him, a man I despise beyond words, all reasoning.
But I love the feel of him in my mouth, the sight of him bare and under my power. I stroke him, suck him, playing with the fire that has done nothing but burn me since the moment I knew of his
existence. His girth bulges in my mouth just before he pushes me off my knees and jerks me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs before lining our bodies up, his intent clear.
“N-no,” I back away from him, sputtering and jerking my head, denying him. He stills me and grips my throat, the pads of his fingers digging in. He moves to hover above me, tracing my lips with his tongue before feeding alcohol-laced words into my mouth.
“You have an IUD, and I’m not fucking anyone else, Cecelia. I’m no threat to you.” Retrieving his pants, he pulls a condom from his wallet and tosses it on my stomach before jerking me back to position and spreading my thighs wide. “I’m taking my punishment.” Our eyes meet with his confession. “As long as this is happening, it’s only you.”
And I can’t help myself. I watch as he slides his thick tip through my folds, pressing it to my clit, teasing and torturing us both. Condom still resting on my stomach, I make no attempt to retrieve it as he runs his head up and down my slick center, the head of his cock glistening.