The Entitled (The Entitled Duet 1)

“Better?” He takes my breath from me, his full lips on mine.

“A little.”

“I’m going to move. Breathe. You… have no idea how good you feel. But you will.”

He pulls out slightly and pushes in again. It stings, but it’s slightly numb, so that helps.

“Breathe, Tess. Wrap those long legs around me.” Again, he pulls out and goes back in until he is able to slowly pump himself inside me.

“Kitten… Jesus.” His voice is pure gravel. “Talk to me, tell me how you feel.” His pace quickens, his biceps huge as he holds himself back.

“It’s better but sore.” My fingernails are attached to his back.

He reaches in between us; his thumb finds my sensitive clit and he applies pressure.

“Oh… that feels good.”

One look at his dimples and I melt. He’s moving faster and faster and the pain lessens a bit. My swollen clit is throbbing.

“Yeah, that’s it … Fuck, Kitten, I can’t stop. You still on the pill?”

How the hell had I not thought of that?

“Yes.” Holding on tight, I watch his beautiful face.

“You want to see me come?” I nod. “Fucking watch me be owned by you.”

Holy shit, he is so incredibly hot. His body starts to jerk, and I watch every single twitch of ecstasy on his face. The way his eyes narrow into slits as his jaw clenches down in sync with his rapid thrusts.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he slams into me and freezes. His warm seed pulses and spills deep inside me.

Our breathing is harsh. Reed is kissing my face, rubbing his nose on my sweaty neck, slowly pulling out of me.

He rolls over on his side bringing me with him. He looks down to inspect us. I follow his eyes.

“Oh my God, Reed.” I sit up and lift my hips. There is bright red blood underneath me. I look at his penis and it glistens with blood too. He grabs me and pulls me up. We both stand together and look at the sheets.

“I had no idea I would bleed like that, did you?” I look at his cocky smile and roll my eyes. “We need to change the bed. I liked these sheets too.” Starting to rip them off, I hand them to him.

“Please put them in the garbage, Mr. Smugness.”

“No way.” He folds them up. “This is my trophy, woman!”

Laughing, I say, “Reed! You are not keeping them.”

He pulls me close. “Of course I am. I earned this. It’s my treasure. I might even frame it.”

“You are not framing it! Stop being a weirdo and give it to me. Obviously, I can’t trust you.”

He pulls it behind his back. “No, and I will frame it if you aren’t a good girl.” He puts the sheets on the chair and reaches over and lifts me over his shoulder. I scream and slap his tight ass as he goes to the bathroom and starts a bath.

“You need to soak so I can fuck you again.”

Gently he lowers me. Our bodies touch the whole way down. He kisses me then puts me in the tub. I stand there smiling at him because I love him, and I never want this to end.

“You seem very pleased with yourself.” I slowly sit and relax back, letting the soothing water cascade over my body. Sighing, I reach, for the bubble bath and squirt some under the faucet. Reed steps in behind me and pulls my body between his legs. He lightly bites my ear.

“I can’t even begin to tell you, how pleased I am. For the first time in three years, I can breathe.” He rubs my arms, then my breasts. Bubbles are spilling over the tub.

“Think you went overboard on the bubbles.” He moves my hair away from my neck and starts to suck on me.

I moan. “Never too many bubbles.” My hands latch on to his wrists as he glides them over my breasts, his fingers rubbing my nipples.

“How do you feel?” His warm voice wraps around me, pulling me back to him.

“Hmmm, so good.” I lean my head on his shoulder.

His hands stop fondling my breasts and we lace our fingers together.

“You want to talk?”

Sighing, I say, “No. I don’t want to ruin how happy I am or get angry. I’m still trying to figure out what’s happening with us.”

I feel him stiffen. He pushes me off him. The tub is huge, and I turn to the side as he washes himself. I can’t help but stare at him—he truly is mouthwatering. My insecurities take over. I should stop this now. All he’s going to do is break my heart.

“I love you, Tess. You are it for me. I understand that you have hang-ups about me and the other women. But that is the past.”

He scowls at me, then turns on the shower. I gasp as the water hits me and he rinses off. Standing up, I push the drain button and let the bath water out. He steps out of the tub and grabs a towel, leaving me.