This woman tries my patience. Literally every day, I have to remind myself that this is a game I intend to win. At any cost. Otherwise, she will catch me at a weak moment, and lust makes a man weak. It can make the strongest man falter.
I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze. She arches her back, and her pretty red lips part. I wish they were wrapped around my cock right now. This time isn’t like the last. I’m not putting on a show for the ones who stand on the other side of the door. This is just for her and me.
“I love it when you challenge me, sweetheart.” I lean down and whisper against her parted lips. She lifts her hips to meet mine, letting me know what she wants, but she’s gonna have to wait. “It lets me remind you where I stand.” I run my tongue along her upper lip while my free hand runs over her shaved pussy. She’s wet. Not caring about foreplay at the moment, I push my hard cock inside her, and her eyes close. “Above you.”
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We sit at the table in the formal dining room. Celeste sits across from me, Austin to my left, and Bruce sits at the head of the table to my right. His right-hand man, Raylan, sits to the left. He doesn’t speak. Never does. Not to me anyway. He’s a pussy if you ask me.
It’s going about as well as I thought it would—tense.
The only two people who have spoken since we’ve sat down are Celeste and Austin. And they’re only speaking to one another.
I haven’t touched my food. I didn’t come here for dinner. Well, not the kind their cooks can make me. I came to see the look on Bruce’s face when he saw me. It was priceless. Even now, he stares at me with his dark brown eyes narrowed, trying to figure out my angle. But he’ll never guess. And the fact I was fucking his daughter only an hour ago upstairs makes it even better.
Celeste gets up. “I’m gonna do the dishes,” she announces, and Bruce rolls his eyes. Probably because they have help who does that. But he allows it.
“I’ll help you,” Austin offers, all but running after her, not wanting to be anywhere near her father. The bastard hasn’t even said one word to her, but I think she prefers it that way.
“Leave.” He snaps his fingers at Raylan. He gets up and walks out of the room without a word.
“So,” he starts the moment we’re alone, “I’m a little confused. Which one are you fucking? My daughter or my wife?”
I wanna say both just to be a dick but refrain. Instead, I lean back in my seat, stretching out my legs. “Austin,” I say her name. ’Cause she’s not his daughter. He’s not a dad to her in any way.
He narrows his eyes on me. “So you were screwing my wife before my daughter showed up?”
“I’ve never screwed Celeste.”
He snorts.
“Why would I lie? I’ve got nothing to lose. But since you brought it up … My father told me that you think I spent the night here, but I assure you, I haven’t. Not even since I started seeing Austin.”
He arches a brow. “Trying to be a gentleman, Cole? That’s so out of character for you. I still don’t believe you haven’t slept with my wife, though.”
I lean forward, my forearms on the table. “Come on, Bruce. I’m offended. You know me better than that. If I wanted to fuck your wife, you would never know.” He opens his mouth, but I continue. “But I have a proposition for you.”
He can’t mask his surprise at my words.
We don’t work together. We’re enemies.
All part of my plan.
“I’m listening.”
“My dad also told me that Austin’s mom wants her to live with you until graduation, and you want her out as soon as possible.”
“She doesn’t belong here.” He fists his hands on the table.
“I don’t disagree.”
“I’ve already spoken to her mother. Today. I offered to send Austin back to California with twenty thousand. She said she could return.”
I tilt my head to the side, choosing my words carefully. “I know how you can get rid of her and keep your money.”
“How so?”
The bastard is so money hungry, he’s already sold his soul once. And the devil is gonna be coming to collect soon. He just doesn’t know I’m the one who will deliver him. “Give her to me. Let her stay here. I’ll make sure she stays out of trouble.”
He leans in, his eyes narrowing. “No.” He stands from the table.
I knew he’d say no. That’s why I came prepared. “What if I told you I have something you want?”
He comes to a stop. “What could you have that I would possibly want?”