Claim (A Dangerous Man 3)
“What do you want Sophie?”
She doesn’t reply. She’s panting softly, her breasts heaving, her lips parted. She wants this. I squeeze her firm breasts through her bra, gently, the way I know she likes, and she lets out a soft moan.
“Isn’t this enough?” I ask again.
She shakes her head again.
I sigh, undoing her bra and freeing her breasts. Deep do
wn I know that what I’m doing is despicable, but I’m used to fighting with all my weapons, and I’m used to fighting to win.
I undress quickly. When I’m naked, I guide her hand to my aching erection. She gets on her knees, stroking me lightly with her fingers, then she takes me in her mouth. I groan, almost losing my head to the pleasure. But this is not what I want. I want to feel her tighten around me, I want to hear her moan from the pleasure I give her. I want her to lose her head. I want her to accept that she’s mine, only mine.
I lift her up to her feet and position her over the bed, with her perfect backside facing me. I stroke her with eager fingers, feeling how wet she is through the silk of her panties.
She clenches around my fingers. “Please.” Her voice is a plea. “Please David.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Please,” She moans.
“Tell me.”
“I want you.” She admits, her voice hoarse, telling me with words what her body is already saying very loudly.
“You want what?” I insist.
“I want you to make love to me. David, please.”
Pulling down her panties, I spread her legs wider and enter her slowly, drawing out each movement, teasing her. She tightens around me, pulsing, hot and so incredible sweet. I hold on to her hips and drive in deep. She lets out a long sigh as I pull out and drive in again. I press her body to mine, thrusting in and out, over and over again, drawing my pleasure from the sounds of her moans, the heat of her skin, from her tightness clenched around me. When she comes, I can barely hold myself back.
“Isn’t this enough?” I ask again as her body shudders, then stills.
She doesn’t say anything. I want her to accept it, that what we have is more than any desire for love, or whatever she thinks she feels. Love is an illusion, a weakness.
She’s still sensitive when I start to move again, her low moans fill the room, her body is shaking, slick with sweat. I feel her insides pulse around me again and again, but still I don’t stop. I don’t stop until she agrees that what we have is enough.
“Don’t mistake what we have.” I tell her, when I’m able to catch my breath, “and don’t underestimate it either.”
“And what about Carole?” She retorts, an edge of pain in her voice. “What do you two have?”
I have already inferred that she must have seen me with Carole on the balcony, but that can’t be all. “Is that what this is all about? Carole? Did she say something to you?”
“You used her, just like you’re using me.” Her eyes are accusing. “You wanted the shares she had in your company.”
“And she threatened to sell them to the man who wanted to take over my company, if I didn’t marry her.” I shrug. “A man she was sleeping with I might add, along with a few others.”
She stares at me. No doubt, she has convinced herself that Carole is some innocent victim of my cruelty. “You’re just saying that.” She says finally.
I laugh humorlessly. “Maybe you should try to get your information accurate before you start throwing accusations.”
“It doesn’t make any difference.” She says resolutely. “Even if she did all those things, it doesn’t change the fact that you don’t love me. I’m just the girl who was stupid enough to marry you so you could teach your ex-girlfriend a lesson.” She gets up from the bed. “I can’t take it David.”
I watch her put on a robe and fasten the zippers of the bags she has packed. “What are you doing?” I ask, although I know, I know that I haven’t managed to convince her to stay. Apparently, sex is not enough for her.
“I am leaving.”
My throat thickens as I try to fight the desperation rising like bile in my throat, “Don’t threaten me.” I say, getting off the bed.