Her mouth widens and a choked cry surfaces, hips rigidly bucking forward. I grin viciously. “That’s right. You can’t help yourself.”
“Fuck…you…”
“You gonna come on my fingers, Alex?”
A strained squeal signals her orgasm, causing her to hump my hand. There’s no denying she’s enjoyed herself. The way she bucks after my fingers when I slide them out makes me grin wider, her deflating sigh inviting me to raise my wet fingers to her mouth. “Open.”
Shoving my fingers into her mouth produces a disgusted gag. I clamp my hand on the back of her neck and force the digits over her tongue, to the back of her throat, to the place where my cock should be buried right now. When I take my fingers back, they’re slick with her saliva.
“I’m it,” I whisper heatedly to her panting mouth. “The others don’t mean anything. Do you understand?”
That innocent, frightened look is swept from her eyes, replaced with a heated glare that makes me want to fuck her in the middle of the country club. If my family wants me to marry her so badly, then I’ll claim her—in any way I want.
“Fix your pants,” I spit. “Let’s go.”
I leave her slumped against the wall as I wipe my hand on my shirt and march out of the yacht. The cool night air whips at my side, reminding me of my angry boner. Adjusting my pants doesn’t help, doesn’t get rid of the tension coursing through my veins.
But I feel victorious.
That slutty maid was obviously faking it yesterday. Alex wasn’t. She liked everything I did, including the way I grabbed her throat. I could see in her eyes when I finger-fucked her cunt that she’s been thinking about it for a long time.
I hear her soft footfalls next to me and then listen to her pause. After sweeping her phone from the ground, she joins my side, keeping a decent distance between us. Just a few more paces put us in the parking lot. I don’t wait for her to point out her car. I simply walk toward it and pause next to the driver’s side door.
“Huh, your tires are slashed,” I point out in a flat tone. “Weird.”
“What the fuck?” she groans while bending to inspect the damage. “Oh, fuck me.”
I glance around the parking lot. “That sucks.”
“You’re acting super calm about it.”
“I’m not surprised. You’re pretty fair game to everyone around here.”
Huffing with frustration, she folds her arms over her chest and stares me down. “Did you do this?”
“Why the fuck would I do this?”
“Maybe because you’re a gigantic asshole?”
A mild pang of surprise slits my chest—and then it’s gone. Irritation replaces it as I whip out my key fob and click the unlock button, my Mercedes beeping two spaces away. “Come on. I’ll drive you home,” I command flatly. “Can’t believe you got your fucking tires slashed.”
“It’s not my fault it happened.”
“Wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t such a goddamn snotty prude.”
Dropping into the driver’s seat of my Mercedes puts me in a better mood. I have Alex right where I want her. I finger-fucked her cunt, made her come hard, and now I’m taking care of her. If she doesn’t choose my marriage contract over the others, then I don’t understand what the hell I’ve done wrong.
My piercing glare could crack the passenger window when I notice Alex hesitating. I growl as I lean over the center console and pop open the door. Do I have to fucking do everything? “Come on.”
She slumps into the passenger seat, knees pressed tightly together as her hands fidget in her lap. She’s probably still thinking about that orgasm. And she’ll probably think about it for the rest of the night.