The Emperor (The Tarot Club 2)

I lay there staring at her before it finally dawned - clicking into place. I pressed my palms against her ass cheeks and flipped her beneath me, my dick still lodged inside of her. I thrust deeply into her for good measure and watched her moan against the sheets.

“At my fucking office.” I dipped my head low, answering softly in her ear as I thrust again.

“Where is your office?” Her demand lost its effect when she gasped on the last syllable of her sentence.

“At my warehouse.” I thrust into her again before continuing. “I’m game anytime you want to fuck me, Bambi, but don’t try and interrogate me while you do so, because I will always win.” I brought my fingers towards her breast, pinching her nipple, twisting it in a way that I knew offered her a hint of pain.

“Next time you have doubts, I suggest you check your fucking cards, Vedman.”

I slid my hands down her body, dipping beneath her as I cupped her ass and rolled us over once more, seating her on top, just the way she was before.

This time she leant forward, rotating her hips, moaning low as she did so.

“Take me there,” she gasped.

“To my office?” I thrust up into her, tiring of this conversation, I needed her to fuck me.

“Yeah,” she moaned.

“If I take you there, I’m fucking you on my desk.”

“Fine.” She nodded her agreement, grinding against me in a back and forth motion.

“Fuck me, Little Vedman.” I guided her hips up and down, and watched her take my cock again and again. Her breasts bounced with the movement and I knew the minute I brought my lips towards her nipple she would crumble on top of me. I lathed her nippled, flicked it with my tongue, and felt her shudder and moan above me, her pussy clenching on my cock. When I bit down on her breast, I felt the shudder roll through her body, her inner walls clamp and release my cock time and time again. And when she was limp and sated above me, I held her in place and fucked her, thrusting in and out of her as my fingers grazed her asshole until I was blinded by my own climax.

As she rolled off of me, we both lay there in silence, breathing in the very air from each other. She lay on her side, her gaze grazing over my body, and I couldn’t help but do the same. I felt like the sixteen-year-old jackass I was who couldn’t keep it in his pants. It was why I had been working such long hours - every time I was around Corinne, I seemed to lose all semblance of time, my body and mind beholden only to her. It was a fucking nightmare.

I needed to get to work.

I extracted myself from the bed - from her - from temptation, and moved towards the bathroom. I needed to piece together my sanity, reassemble myself for my men, because despite everything, we were still at war - always had been at war.

The shower gushed piping hot water and this time I didn’t turn it down, needing the burn to clear my mind - to cleanse Corinne from my skin.

The glass door opened momentarily behind me, shutting quietly, and I knew that she was here - in my space - in my mind - consuming every part of me, even when I didn’t want her to. And it was as if my dick didn’t quite get the memo, because just the scent of her behind me, naked in the fucking shower had me hardening again.

“What are you doing?” I knew my tone was harsh, but couldn’t find it in me to give a fuck.

“Getting ready.” Her tone was equally cool - icy. And we were back to this fucking level of communication. I wanted to bang my head against a fucking wall.

“Why?” I ground out, my jaw ached from all the clenching I’d been doing.

“Because I’m coming to your office,” she volleyed back.

And I fucking snapped. I spun around, pressing my naked frame against hers as I pinned her against the wall.

“I don’t need some jealous little girl weighing me down.”

Her blue gaze flared against mine in challenge and my cock twitched in response.

“It’s a good thing I’m not a little girl then,” Corinne snapped.

The fucking insolence of it all.

I lifted her against me and felt her wrap her legs around my waist as I thrust into her, refusing to give her a second to adjust - let her fucking feel me long after we were done - let her fucking ache everywhere that I’ve been.

She welcomed me - welcomed my rage as I unleashed myself on her, pressing her against the tiles, my hands on her throat. It didn’t take long for the goddess to arrive, for her hand to press upon my spine as if in warning, and it only made me fucking thrust harder. Corinne moaned and gasped, tumbling into that place that was half ecstasy, half pain. She whimpered, crying out my name, because even here - even in my agitation, it was only me who could give this to her.