Wretched Love

I held up my hand. “You’re not going to say anything or touch me…” My eyes skated downward. “Yet,” I finished before my eyes roamed back up to meet his stare.

“I appreciate what you wanted to do, what you were giving me when you took a step back. What you were trying to give me.” I stepped forward, and his entire body stiffened.

I ignored that.

My fingertips ran down the naked skin of his chest. “I understand that you were trying to be the good guy.”

Swiss’s breathing was rapid, his body shaking as I toyed with the waistband of his jeans.

He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. Swiss was a commando guy.

“But you’re not the good guy,” I licked my lips as I looked up at him. “I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you. And I wasn’t looking for the good guy. I don’t want the good guy. I know my own mind, and I’m not having anyone, even you, tell me I don’t. So I know what I want. I want you.”

“Thank fuck,” he growled so loudly my bones seemed to vibrate. Before I knew it, I was up in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct more than anything else. “I was about to lose my fuckin’ mind,” he bit out as his hard cock pressed against my lace panties.

He was walking us in the direction of the bedroom. Our mouths were millimeters apart.

“Youwere about to lose your mind?” I teased. “What are you talking about? I thought you wanted to be friends.”

Swiss stopped in his tracks. “No way in fuck did I want to be friends with you, Countess,” he ground out. “I’ve tasted your pussy. I’ve fucked your ass. I’ve watched my cum drip out of you.”

My body jerked at his words, my nipples hard, and my limbs already tightening in preparation for climax.

“Make no mistake, I want to be your best friend,” he added. “But one who fucks you senseless on any given day of the week.”

I blinked through the fog of my desire. “What have the last three weeks been about, then?”

Swiss grinned wickedly, showing gleaming, white teeth. “It’s been about that,” he hissed. “That fire inside of you. Those claws. The fuckin’ wildcat I know is inside you that can take control. It’s been about you findin’ your voice and usin’ it to get what you want.” He started walking again. “And I’ll admit, you had me worried for a minute there, that it wasn’t me you wanted. Us. But thank fuck you used it tonight, Countess. I wasn’t gonna be able to function much longer.”

He leaned in to kiss me, and although it was hard, although it felt downright insane, I pulled back.

Swiss let out a warning sound in the back of his throat, jostling me so his cock rubbed against the most sensitive part of me.

I let out a low moan but narrowed my eyes. “Are you telling me that this has been some kind of fucking… test?”

Swiss shook his head. “Not a test, Countess. Furthest thing from it. Just wanted you to discover yourself. Didn’t want you to be afraid of standin’ up to me. Wanted you to know that you steer this ship.”

He threw me on the bed.

Though I itched to fight him more, he was illuminated by the jade lamp on my nightstand. His chest appeared to be carved from marble, even more defined than the last time I saw it, if that were possible. Black hair teased the open buttons of his jeans, where his hard cock was straining against the fabric.

“And I swear to fuck, I near ripped this house apart when I came home and saw you used this without me.” The drawer of my nightstand rattled as he opened and closed it.

My eyes widened as they took in the vibrator he was gripping.

“Yeah, baby,” he murmured. “You used this without me, you naughty little slut.”

My blood pumped at his words, they lit me on fire.

“I’d be mad at you for that,” he inspected the pink vibrator, then his eyes found mine, “if it wasn’t so fuckin’ hot.”

Yeah, him holding a bright pink vibrator, shirtless, was somehow really, really fucking hot.

“Was it the first time you’d used one of these?” he asked.

I nodded slowly, my mouth too dry to speak.

Swiss let out a low hiss. “Drives me mad I wasn’t there to see that.” His eyes ran over me hungrily, but there was something softer too, more reverent. “But I think it was somethin’ you needed to do alone.”