Ruthless Secrets (Elites of Macedon High 2)

Her sigh of surrender encourages me to take it a step further. Fingering her isn’t enough. I need to be buried inside her, to claim her.

“Take them off,” I command roughly. I tighten my grip on her neck when she hesitates, and then I growl, “Now.”

Her shivering fingers unwind the string and drop the waistband, showing me exactly how much she likes me taking control of her. Our romantic dinner at Thasos was a spectacular reminder of what she enjoys most—which just happens to be me between her legs. And I’ll milk that for all it’s worth.

My victory grin appears while I demand, “Play with my cock, precious. Make me hard.”

She whimpers but obeys, procuring my cock from my pants and stroking me to full mast. Seconds later, I have her on her stomach with my cock perched between the crease of her ass, wondering when I’m going to claim that too.

The desperate mewl that rolls from her lips when I buck against her makes me fucking ravenous. I grab a chunk of her hair and tilt my cock into her pussy, groaning with relief when her hole swallows me. It’s like slipping on a glove that I forgot I own. She fits me perfectly, my cock grasped in the perfect hold.

“Fuck, precious,” I grunt while bowing over her. I nip her earlobe and wrap my free hand around her throat, arching her against me. “You’ll stay faithful to me, won’t you?”

“In your fucking dreams, Parker.”

I thrust deep, causing her to choke. “Tell me you’ll only fuck me.”

“Never.”

“How can you say that…” I rear back and return harder, scooting her up the bed with each pump. “…when you love how much I break you?”

Her whimpering mewl makes me grin as I bury my face into her neck, inhaling the very essence of her. I know what she likes, what she needs, and the things that will make her obey. Waving a little money at her won’t do. I have to give her things that she can’t possibly replace.

At least, not so easily.

The act of fucking her senseless isn’t enough for me. It should be plenty sufficient considering her current compliance, but the fear of losing her lingers, reminding me of what’s on the line. As I fuck her from behind, all I can think about is how much she’s going to shatter my heart in the coming weeks. A ring won’t do a goddamn thing to earn her allegiance. I have to do more.

I’m bottomed out when I bust, filling her up as much as I possibly can before collapsing on my side. She slumps into the mattress next to me with her eyes hooked on the ceiling, tits exposed from how roughly I handled her. With her hair spread out around her head, she looks like a saint who just got fucked twelve ways to Sunday.

Emotions explode in my chest. I’m confused by how she makes me feel, and yet all I want to do is break her down. I don’t want her to just obey me. I want her to think only of me, to dedicate her time and attention to my life. It isn’t much to ask, especially when that’s how marriage goes.

So, why the hell wouldn’t she do it?

“I’m going to clean up,” she says stoically while sliding off the bed. She wobbles toward the bathroom, holding one side of her head to steady herself. “I’ll be back.”

While shaking my head, I scrub my fingers through my hair, realizing just how much she actually hates me.

And I can’t do a damn thing to change it.