Greed. Greed. Greed.
Who I was bred to be.
What my father created.
I’d stolen. I’d manipulated. I’d contrived.
But this time…this time, the gain had taken new shape, and I wouldn’t stop until she was mine.
My hands drove into her hair as she kissed lower, and I lifted as she went, until she was dipping her tongue along the band of my pants.
I almost came undone right there.
Lust buzzed in my ear. Stampeded like gasoline as it sped through my veins.
Every muscle in my body went hard.
It was a greedy sound that rumbled up her throat when she undid the button and pulled down the zipper.
The sound reverberated through the room. Banged the walls like a promise.
“Aster.”
It was a grunt.
She was heading in a direction she wasn’t ready for.
Aster sat up so she could push the tips of her fingers under the material. “Please. Just let me touch you. Let me feel you. I know it’s temporary but—”
I cut her off by closing my hand up around her throat. “Don’t fucking say it.”
It killed the words right there, and her eyes rounded in fear.
I knew she wasn’t afraid of me, but she was terrified of what I might do. The lengths I would go. I’d promised her freedom and I fucking meant it.
All the way.
“Please,” she said instead, sagging forward with her mouth finding my chest again. She worked her way down in frantic, frenzied kisses. “Please.”
She left a trail of flames. A fire in my gut. A burn across my flesh.
I grunted when she made it down to my hip bone on the left, and she followed the line of it with her tongue as she pushed my pants and underwear down to the middle of my thighs.
My cock sprang free and bobbed against my stomach.
Hard as fucking stone and set on possession.
“I want you so fucking bad, Little Star. Do you have any clue? Any idea the times I thought of you? Imagined you?”
“I hope as many times as I thought of you.” It was a whimpered confession.
She leaned over and licked my head right over the slit before she returned those gorgeous eyes to me. “I can’t believe I’m looking at you like this. On this day.”
My chest tightened.
I wanted to suppress it. Shun what she was referring to. Like either one of us could forget that night.
A moan got free as she curled both her hands around the base of my dick, and I reached out and pressed my thumb between her plump, wet lips. I pushed it in and drew it out. “Are you going to fuck me with that sweet mouth?”