Chapter Sixteen
J esus fucking C hrist .
Not for one goddamn second did I think she would do what she did.
Legs spread, pussy wet, she straddled my plate and gave me a front-row view of her cunt. Which was fucking ballsy in and of itself after her little striptease, but then she picked up her plate and went for broke.
Holding it under her chin so I still got the full fucking view of her tits and pulsing pussy, she grabbed a handful of food and in a spectacular display of fucked-up, she shoved it in her mouth like a goddamn animal.
For one fucking heartbeat, I froze.
This woman wasn’t Hollywood’s highest-paid actress. She wasn’t a drugged-out mess running naked on the beach. And she sure as hell wasn’t the woman who told her lawyer to fire the team who managed her career.
This was a woman asking to be fucked.
Dominated and fucked.
And goddamn I was turned the hell on. More than I’d ever been in my entire fucking life. But it’d be a cold day in hell before I let her know that.
Pulling my shit together, I put a forkful of rice and tofu in my mouth and choked it down. My gaze steadfast on my plate, my dick throbbing, I kept my expression Marine hard and locked down.
Two more bites I didn’t fucking taste and my plate was clean. Unlike hers. Rice falling all over, she kept grabbing handfuls and bringing them to her mouth as shit dripped down her chin and fell all over the fucking place .
My cock throbbed to get into that wet cunt, but my sick mind was thinking about flipping her over and spanking the shit out of her while I made her lick up her mess on the counter.
Lucky her, I didn’t do either. My giant dick would destroy that small pussy, and I was damn sure she’d never been spanked. Instead, I stood and picked up my plate, vowing to never give her utensils with any meal I cooked her ever again.
I didn’t make it one step before she dropped her plate and lunged.
A wet hand wrapped around my neck as one of her legs made it around my waist. Using her own strength to hold on to me, the heat of her core came dangerously close to my dick.
“I ate, you promised,” she accused. “Now tell me. Do you like me? ”
She was either crazier than any Marine I’d ever met, or she was acting. I didn’t know which, and in that moment, I didn’t fucking care. I wanted to know what she was after.
Gripping her hair, I leveled her with a look. “When’s the last time you knew what you wanted?”
For five seconds she looked up at me like I’d confused the hell out of her. Then her lips moved and she spoke, but the fire was gone from her tone. “What I want?”
“That’s what I fucking asked.”
Her chest rose with an inhale, but her voice went soft. “I want to know if you like me.”
“Why?” What fucking difference could it possibly make? She didn’t know me. I was nothing but hired help to her. And if she really wanted to fuck, I’d fuck her same as any woman.
“Because it matters.”
“How?” If she was gonna go all needy on me, I was gonna make her spell it out. I wasn’t gonna deal with any plausible deniability down the line. If she wanted my cock, she needed to know what she was getting into.
Her gaze dropped, then her shoulders. “I want you to like me. ”
I fought a callous laugh. “This isn’t high school. I don’t need to like you to fuck you.”
Her muscles stiffened. “I didn’t mean….” She cleared her throat and looked back up at me. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she admitted, sounding like a child.
Jesus . Was she that fucking emotionally stunted? “You take your clothes off, spread your legs and show me your wet pussy before shoveling food in with your bare hands like a caged animal. Then you ask me if I like you.” I tightened my grip in her hair so there’d be no misunderstanding about my level of seriousness. “You want to get fucked, say the word. You want a boyfriend, look elsewhere.”
Her gorgeous eyes staring up at me, she didn’t even hesitate. “Fucked.”
Anticipation coursed through my veins and went straight to my dick. “Fucked, what?” I asked, testing her.
“Fucked, please ,” she whispered.
One breath, two, I waited, giving her a chance to take it back.
Stupidly, she didn’t.
I laid it out. “What happens after I fuck that tight pussy and come all over those perfect tits?”
She trembled and licked her bottom lip. “I shower?”
“Wrong.” She wasn’t gonna wash me off.
Her pulse sped up and her voice came out breathless. “I taste you?”
Fuck . “You don’t get attached. You don’t ask for more. You don’t expect shit.” I said what I needed to say, but as the words left my mouth, the thought of only having her once was already pissing me off.
“Just sex.” She nodded as much as she could in my hold. “I get it.”
She didn’t get it. She wouldn’t until after I fucked her. But my cock didn’t give a fuck. I’d already grabbed her ass, dragged her the rest of the way off the counter, and was walking to the shower in the master bedroom. Her tits bouncing, her bottom lip wet from her biting it, her sweet pussy smell all the fuck over me, I was done.
No more holding back .
I was fucking her.
Still wrapped around me like the kind of trouble I had no business messing with, she held my neck tight as I turned on the shower.
She glanced at the water. “What are you doing?”
Stalling to get my shit under control. “It’s not what I’m doing, it’s what you’re doing.” I took her arms off me. “Get in.”
Embarrassed heat or anger, I didn’t know which, hit her cheeks, but she didn’t comment. She got in the shower, stepped under the spray, then turned and looked at me questioningly.
Fuck, she was submissive.
“Clean up,” I ordered, my tone sharp.
She flinched, but then she grabbed the soap.
Seeing her rub her tits down, my nostrils flared and I palmed my dick through my pants.
Her eyes darted to my hand.
I rubbed myself again and barked out another order. “Rinse off.”
She complied, hastily rinsing the soap off before turning the shower off, stepping out and facing me with hard-as-fuck nipples, dripping wet.
I lowered my voice. “Did I tell you to turn the water off?”
Her eyes widened. “No.”
I stared at her until she squirmed.
She pulled her lips into her mouth, then whispered, “I’m sorry.”
She was going to be a lot sorrier. “Turn around and kneel.”
For half a second, she looked at me like she couldn’t believe I’d just told her to fucking kneel. Then slowly, she turned and dropped.
I yanked a towel off the rack, whipping it hard to make a snap sound.
She flinched, but then she squared her shoulders with an inhale.
I fought a smile and gently towel dried her hair. I could have done it with her standing up, but I was testing her. The length of her hair, almost all the way down her back, made me want to wrap it around my wrist and pull as I fucked her from behind.
Dragging the towel across her shoulders and over her perfect ass, curiosity got the better of me. “You give up men because of a bad experience?”
She didn’t say anything.
I gently wrapped my hand over her throat and tipped her head up.
Half apprehension, half desire, her eyes met mine.
I stroked her jaw with my thumb. “I asked you a question.”
She swallowed, the movement flexing my hand. “I needed to concentrate on my career.”
Not a yes, not a no. “You can’t act and fuck?”
She didn’t hesitate. “No.”
Interesting. “This is acting right now.” Everything leading up until I had my dick in her was pretense.
“It’s not the same.” She brought her arms up to cross over her tits.
My expression dark, my gaze cut to her hands.
She dropped her arms.
I thought about arching her back and shoving my cock into her mouth. “You on the pill?”
Her cheeks flushed, and she squirmed. “No.”
Fucking shame. I dropped my hold on her, tossed the towel on the vanity, and stepped back. “Stand up.”
Slow, but graceful as hell, she stood.
When she didn’t turn around to face me, but silently waited for instructions, my dick pulsed. Calculating and measured, I circled her. She was stunning. Too thin, but still stunning.
Watching my gaze as I took in every inch of her, standing perfectly still, she whispered, “What are you doing?”
Getting off on the quiet and unsure tone of her voice. “Tell me something.” I stepped behind her.
“What?”
Without touching her body, I reached around and drew my finger over her bare cunt. “Who’s this shaved pussy for?”
She shivered. “No one.”
I grasped the back of her neck and leaned in. “Then why is it bare? ”
“I-I’m not lying.”
“Didn’t say you were.” Not parting her cunt, my finger circled and came away wet. “I asked why you bothered shaving if you’re not getting fucked.”
Women were a means to an end for me. I liked to smell them and fuck them and feel their soft bodies under me as I pounded into them. I liked a cunt constricting around my dick. But I didn’t think about women beyond that. I’d joined the Marines at eighteen, and twelve years later went into personal security. I didn’t have time for women beyond a night. And I sure as shit wasn’t gonna end like my old man, still torn-up twenty-five years after the death of a woman who’d loved alcohol more than him.
So the fact that I was thinking about the wet pussy in front of me and the mouthy blonde it was attached to, and wondering who the fuck she’d let touch her wasn’t only pissing me off, it was fucking problematic.
Circling over her cunt again, I didn’t let it go. “Why’s this cunt bare?”
Her back arched at my touch. “You don’t like it?”
I didn’t fucking like it that she was shaved before she’d met me, or that she’d fucked other men, or that her pussy being bare wasn’t exclusively for my benefit. All of it was fucking with my head space, and I needed to remember who I was.
Pressing harder, I ran my finger up her soaked slit. “You waiting to be fucked?”
“Oh my God.” She tried to lean back into me.
I held her neck firm, not letting her body touch mine. “Answer the question.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“By who?”
“You.” She ground her hips. “By you.”
Right fucking answer. “Needy little bitch,” I muttered appreciatively. “Hands on the counter.”
Without hesitation, she leaned forward to brace on the vanity, giving me her ass .
Fuck, she was gorgeous. “Spread your legs.”
She complied instantly, but then she opened her mouth. “You’re still dressed.”
“You want me naked?” If my dick was out, it’d be buried so deep in her, she wouldn’t know her own name. “Earn it.”
Gooseflesh broke out on her arms. “How?”
Not fucking touching her, I leaned over her back and spoke against her ear. “Cold?”
A tremor crawled up her spine. “A little.”
Abruptly standing to my full height, I grabbed her waist and lifted.
Still holding on to the counter, she let out a shocked squeal. “What are you doing?”
“Legs up.” I set her on the bathroom counter. “On your hands and knees. Head down.”
“ Oh my God .” On all fours, she looked at me. “What are you doing?”
I took a handful of her wet blonde hair and turned her head. “Head down. Face the mirror.”
Her arms bent, her ass came up and she looked at me through the mirror. “Why?”
“Because you’re going to watch yourself come.” I shoved two fingers into her wet cunt.
“ Holy shit .” Her curse echoed through the bathroom as her elbows straightened and her chest came off the vanity.
“I said head down.” Holding her hair tight enough to make it count, I pulled her back down as I twisted my fingers deep inside her tight pussy.
Half moan, half gasp, she jerked. “Oh my—”
Pressing my thumb into her clit, I stroked her deep until I found the right spot.
“Ohhh fuck.” She grasped the faucet and the edge of the counter and slammed her hips against my palm as her cunt started to convulse.
I yanked her hair and stilled my fingers right against her G-spot.
“ Ahh! ”
I looked at her in the mirror. “Did I say you could come? ”
Her chest heaving, her pussy pulsing, her face contorted from ecstasy to pissed off in half a second flat. “You bastard,” she spat.
I stared at her sexy-as-hell challenging beauty and shit clouded my head.
For two seconds, I thought about what it would take to not be exactly what she was accusing me of. Then just as quick, I shoved the useless thought down.
Drawing slowly out of her tight cunt, I knew who I was.
I let go of my dominant grip on her hair, lowered my voice to a nonthreatening cadence, and I gave it to her straight. “I’m worse than a bastard. I’ll take every damn thing you have to give, then I’ll take more. I’ll fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name, and I’ll fuck you until you’re begging me to stop. Then I’ll fuck you until you can’t stand on your own.” I paused for effect. “When the sun comes up, your sweet cunt will be dead to me.”
Shock colored her expression.
“Understand?”
Her voice faltered. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
“If it doesn’t, you’re one in a million.” Not that I’d fucked a million women, but I only ever got two responses from women when I told them what I was about. Fear or misplaced hope that I was lying.
I was never lying.
But the blonde in front of me studied my face like she thought I was.
Then she disappointed the fuck out of me.
Misplaced hope put confidence back in her voice. “You’re lying.”
“To what end?” Did I look like the commitment type?
“You’re trying to scare me away.” She said it like she had all the answers.
I told myself I hadn’t been waiting for her to be that one in a million, that one chick who gave me a different response. Any other response. Something that told me she was different.
But she didn’t.
So I told myself I was just gonna fuck her like I’d fuck any other chick—with no expectations. Two words I lived and breathed by, an utter religion I’d made out of no attachments— no expectations . Except for the first time in my life, those two words came up short. So fucking short that I was staring at a stunning blonde who I’d wanted to be different.
Goddamn it.
My jaw ticked, and I bit out a warning, “No expectations.”
For five whole heartbeats, she stared at me.
Then she fucking threw me.
“How’s this for no expectations ? How about you don’t expect shit out of me? How about you don’t fuck me until I beg for you to stop. How about you don’t decide before you even have one orgasm that I’m not worthy of your presence past sunrise, and how about you fuck right off with all of that bullshit?”
Surprise kicked me in the chest and went straight to my dick. My mind bent, and suddenly I was staring down two opposite fucking spheres of reality. On one side she was that millionth chick, on the other, she was nothing but a spoiled mouthpiece.
My head told me to test her, my dick told me to fuck her, and my emotions turned traitor.
Then I said the last fucking thing I should’ve. “You first.”
A switch flipped. I saw it plain as day.
Her shoulders sagged, her chest deflated, and she fucking gave up.
No conviction, her tone one step away from defeat, she gave me two words that may as well have been get and lost . “Fuck you.”
Perverse, I smiled. “Get up.” I grabbed her by the waist.
Her wary expression turned to alarm. “What are you doing?”
“Not fucking you.” I started to lift her off the vanity.
Both of her hands flew to the faucet for leverage. “ Stop .”
I smirked. “I already did, sweetheart.”