A part of me wished I could look at him, to see his powerful body flex and tighten as he moved. But another part of me didn’t want to see that sexy expression in his eyes, see the way he enjoyed me. It would only make me enjoy him even more…and that was the last thing I wanted.
His breathing intensified, and his cock thickened noticeably. His fingertips dug into my ass as he squeezed the muscle. I’d fucked him enough times to know when he was about to come. Right now, he was fighting it so I could go first.
He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked, forcing my head back. He slammed into me harder, hitting me even more perfectly in the right spot. He went balls deep every time, his thrusts accompanied by masculine grunts. “Muse, come for me.”
My body tightened, and the heat rushed through my fingertips. I knew the pleasure was fast approaching. Even when I tried to keep him at a distance, my body couldn’t fight the goodness between my legs. Conway had an invisible power over me, the control of my reactions no matter how much I tried to fight them.
He fucked me harder.
Once I hit my threshold, there was no stopping it. I gripped the sheets with my fingertips, and I came all around his dick, sheathing him with my orgasm. “God…” It felt as good as all the other explosions. Only this man could make me feel this way, could hurt me so much, but still make me feel so good. “Yes…” I loved the way he pulled my hair and slammed into me at the same time.
He only lasted long enough for me to finish before he released with a moan, filling my pussy with all of his come. His hips bucked a few times at the end, his pumps becoming less and less. He shoved his dick completely inside me as he finished, making sure I got every single drop of his seed.
He leaned over me and pressed his face into the back of my hair. His chest was coated with sweat, and it clung to my back. He breathed into my hair, his cock slowly softening inside me. He caught his breath before he moved off me and lay beside me on the bed. He stared at the ceiling with his lidded eyes as his dick lay against his stomach.
It was tempting to lie beside him and relax, but the last thing I wanted was to snuggle with him. Now, this was just sex—and it would stay that way. I got off the bed, feeling his come shift inside me.
He propped himself on one elbow so he could look at me. “Where are you going?”
I didn’t turn around to look at him. “I’m going to take a shower. Good night, Conway.” Even if he wanted to sleep with me, I wouldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t have it both ways. He couldn’t have a relationship with me unless he was loyal to me. If he wanted it to be casual, then it would be casual.
I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me so there wouldn’t be any surprises. I got under the hot water and washed away his touch. I used to love the feeling of his seed inside me, but now I couldn’t stand it. It made me sick to my stomach because I wondered if he did the same with all the others.
I didn’t want to be one of the others.
I wanted to be different.
* * *
My life turned into a routine. I woke up early every morning and worked in the stables. Sometimes there wasn’t much to do, so I kept myself busy by finding other things that needed to be fixed.
Marco started to run out of stuff to do because I’d become self-sufficient.
When I returned to the house, I showered and asked Dante to bring dinner to my room. My plan was to avoid Conway at all costs until I didn’t have a choice. We didn’t have anything in common anyway. There wasn’t much to talk about.
And we certainly weren’t friends.
I was just about to head to the stables a week later when Conway appeared at my bedroom door.
Already dressed in my tight jeans and boots, I stared at him. My plaid shirt was tied around my waist so I could get a breeze along my torso. One hand rested on the door as I stared directly into his eyes, seeing the indifferent expression he always wore.
He continued to stare.
And I refused to speak.
His eyes roamed over my face, taking in my features like he was trying to memorize them. When his eyes settled on my lips, he spoke. “I’m working in the studio today. I want you there.”
I couldn’t refuse the request, not when being his muse was my entire purpose. “Let me change, and I’ll be there.”