The Dictator (Banker 2)

He watched my performance with a focused gaze, his cock raging inside me.

“Say it.”

His eyes narrowed, and he slowed his thrusts down to a gentle rock.

“Say it, then come inside me.”

His jaw clenched like he didn’t appreciate being bossed around, but it clearly turned him on at the same time. “This is the only pussy I want to fuck.” He shoved himself completely inside me and released. His moans were louder than usual, coming out as masculine grunts.

I closed my eyes as I cherished the way he filled me. I fantasized about this every night when I touched myself, tried to imagine the weight of his seed. Having a man like him come inside me made me feel like a woman, more than I ever had before. “That feels so good…”

He stopped his thrusts and sat idly inside me, his big dick slowly softening. His lips found mine, and he gave me a soft kiss as he enjoyed the last of his high, the remaining aftershocks of pleasure.

I wanted to do this every single night. I wanted to sleep beside him every night. I didn’t want to stay in that room on the other side of the house anymore. This bed was where I belonged, even though it was at least five feet too wide.

He slowly pulled out of me, and the come seeped out from between my thighs.

I missed that feeling so much.

He rolled over onto his back and faced the ceiling, his powerful chest still rising and falling as he struggled to regain his breath. Sweat glistened on his beautiful skin. His eyes closed, and he seemed to drift off immediately.

I moved into his side and rested my face on his shoulder as I wrapped my arm around his waist. My leg tucked between his, and I closed my eyes, finding the place where I belonged. Those tramps were gone, and I’d reclaimed my territory. This man was mine again. Actually, he’d always been mine.

He suddenly moved away from me and got out of bed. “I’m going to shower. You’d better be gone by the time I’m finished.”

“What?” I heard his words perfectly in the silence of his bedroom, but I didn’t understand any of them.

He rose to his feet and stared down at me, pissed off like he’d been the last time I’d seen him. Fucking me hadn’t subdued his resentment and rage. As if nothing had happened at all, he resumed his animosity. Letting his guard down and giving in to me had probably aggravated him even more. He’d thought he had the power—but I took it away. “Just because I fuck you doesn’t mean I sleep with you. Get out.”

10

Cato

My plan completely backfired.

I was supposed to hurt Siena, make her feel as shitty as she made me feel. I wanted her to know how insignificant she was, that my generous gestures didn’t mean a damn thing. But she caught me by surprise and gave me an offer I could refuse.

I thought she’d kneeled to me, caved to my desires. She never wanted a threeway but was willing to make an exception—for me. That gave me all the power. And it gave me a rush of arousal I’d never known before. Watching a woman like Siena submit was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

But then she played me.

She got me right where she wanted me.

And I didn’t want to leave.

Once my cock was inside that bare pussy and she spread wide open for me, I didn’t want to go anywhere else. She had the best kiss I’d ever tasted, much better than the ones I’d exchanged with the two girls. The idea of going back to them wasn’t remotely appealing. All night I’d been thinking about Siena, and once I was inside her, I couldn’t go back.

I only wanted her.

It made no sense. This woman lied to me from the beginning and betrayed me. She couldn’t be trusted, and I had to fulfill the promise I made to execute her. If I didn’t, Bates would just do it anyway.

But I found myself slipping further and further into a black hole.

First, I buried her father and reunited her with her brother. Then I kicked out two beautiful women so I could just be with Siena. Those were actions I would never take with anyone else—and she knew that.

What the fuck was happening to me?

Refusing to let her sleep with me was my pathetic attempt to get some dignity back. Also to avoid the questions she might launch at me.

I knew I didn’t love her.

But I’d never felt this way about a woman.

It seemed like I would always want her, regardless of what she did to me.

In other words, I was a goddamn pussy.

I hated myself.

I worked out early in the morning and headed to work so I wouldn’t have to see her. I didn’t have a meeting until after lunch, so I sat in my office and looked through emails to entertain myself.