The Art of Marrying Your Enemy (The Richmond Brothers #2)

30. Aaron

30

AARON

I put Daisy in a separate car then went back to my office.

I didn’t trust myself alone with her.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” I berated my reflection in the dark window late that night at the office.

Instead of working the rest of the evening, I just replayed over and over the memory of how good she had felt, how intoxicating it had been to kiss her, and how good it would have felt to bend her over and bury myself in her as she strained against my cock, moaning and pleading as I fucked her hard—certainly harder than that fucking crown-fucker would have—until she finally felt my hot cum fill her.

Her ass or her pussy, though… Which one would I rather—

I punched the glass wall.

I couldn’t think about Daisy that way.

Wouldn’t.

It led to ruin.

Wolf stuck his head in.

“I am not replacing that glass again,” he warned. “We’re eighty stories up. Last time, it was a six-figure bill. You want to destroy property? Go do it at your own house.”

I crept into the dark house and eased the front door closed behind me.

Not for the first time, I cursed the contract that specified the terms of the marital bed. However, I had never loathed it like I did tonight.

I literally could not sleep next to her. I could barely be in the same room as her, let alone inches away from her in bed, where she slept in nothing but a thin T-shirt, which would be so easy to pull over her head to give myself access to the full, round tits I knew were under there.

I climbed the steps like I was heading to my hanging.

On the way, I didn’t touch my tie or even take off my suit jacket. I didn’t want to acknowledge my own body.

It was too dangerous.

Daisy was in the bedroom, pretending to be asleep.

Normally, she sprawled out with her bare feet on my side of the bed. Now she lay there flat, arms crossed on her chest, breasts slowly rising and falling.

I didn’t bother pulling the covers back. I just lay down on top of them.

Next to me came the sound of soft clicking as Daisy picked at her nails.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I am not here.

“So,” Daisy said, breaking the silence. “What happens now?”

“Nothing.”

Her small hand rested on my shirt, sending a jolt through me.

“Don’t. I will never kiss you again. It was—”

All I ever fucking wanted. All I can think about lying next to her in the dark. What I want to jack off to in the shower.

“—disappointing.”

“Oh.” She deflated. “I thought we had to...”

“Consummate the marriage?” I forced out. “I can bend you over and fuck you without kissing you.”

The intake of breath next to me on the bed was enough to make me hard. I inwardly cursed the metal zipper digging against my erection.

I prayed she didn’t notice.

“Are you going to consummate it right now?”

I couldn’t tell if she was scared or begging. The combination was toxic.

I forced my eyes closed and counted the digits of pi .

“I, um…” In the dark, her lips parted. “I’m groomed down there, if that’s the holdup.”

The thought of her slick little pussy around my cock or, even better, sweet and hot as I ate her out?

It was too much.

She yelped when I rolled over, my knees on either side of her. Then she struggled briefly as I grabbed her arms and forced them above her head.

“That what you want?” I jerked back as she tried to arch against me. I knew that if I felt those hard nipples against my skin, it would be all over. I’d lose all self-control.

“A husband is supposed to want his wife,” she gasped.

I ground against her through the quilted duvet cover and silenced her cry of surprise with my mouth.

Pressed against my chest, her nipples were just as hard as I imagined they’d be.

“Are you ordering me to, Princess?” I forced out. “You ordering me to spread your pussy and fuck you?”

“Only, um—” Her voice caught, almost making me come right there. “Only if you want to.”

“I don’t.”

I rolled off her.

“I’m not fucking you here,” I forced myself to say. “I don’t want your pussy leaking all over my sheets.”

“We could put a towel down.” There she was, touching me again.

It took all of my willpower to lie.

“What part of ‘ I don’t want you ’ do you not understand?”

“I’m getting coffee. Betty?” I rolled my shoulders, standing up from my desk after several hours. I’d come into the office even earlier than usual, not trusting myself around Daisy when she was just waking up, warm and soft and vulnerable.

It was torture sleeping next to her, knowing that I could just pull the covers back and fuck her awake. I imagined the way she would fight me for just a moment then spread her legs for me, open up for my cock, just like she had in Professor Cornish Pasty’s office.

“George Washington should have wiped out the whole fucking island,” I muttered to myself while heading down to the lobby.

I was getting ready to wipe out the whole island of Manhattan when I saw the crowd gathered around the coffee cart, including several of the Svensson brothers who’d been in for a meeting two hours ago.

What the hell were they still doing there?

Daisy. Daisy fucking Coleman was the fucking answer, because she was putting on some sort of peep show at the coffee cart.

“See?” one of the Svensson brothers was telling his sibling. “This is why we need a coffee cart in our building.” He grinned at me when he saw me come over. “Shit, Aaron, you should have told us about these perks you have at your office. I’d have come down from Boston for an in-person meeting a lot sooner. I didn’t think they made women like that in Manhattan. Dayum.”

“That’s my wife, you incompetent piece of shit.”

“Uh…” He froze, his brain shorting out.

His brother grabbed him by the sleeve, and they hauled ass to the front door.

Fucking Svenssons were fucking cockroaches.

The people crowding around the coffee cart scattered when I waded through them.

“Coleman,” I barked, “what the fuck are you wearing?”

“It’s my wedding romper!” She posed, her hip jutting out so she could balance a cash-stuffed oversized pickle jar on it. “I’m not a spoiled little princess. I’m working for my money.”

The white lace hugged her curves. All of them. The lacy V-neck stretched to catch her huge tits, barely keeping them from tearing the delicate fabric because…

I took a sharp intake of breath.

“Why,” my voice lowered to a growl, “aren’t you wearing anything under that?”

Under two strategically located solid flowers in the lace design, were the hard indentations of her nipples. Somehow, seeing the pink nipples of her tits would have been less erotic.

“You need to change your clothes. Now.”

“No. Buzz off, Aaron. This is just capitalism, baby. Supply and demand. It’s not personal.”

I grabbed the jar from her.

“Hey, that’s mine!”

I slammed it on the counter then grabbed her by the back of her neck.

“You have a mental—”

“Shut up, Coleman.” I dragged her through the empty lobby, which had cleared out the moment I’d walked up to the coffee cart.

“You getting off on this?” I snarled at her. “Huh, Princess? You think it’s funny to fuck with me?”

“Just trying to fulfill the contract.”

I threw her into my car.

“Bullshit. You’re mad I sent King George running back to his tea party. Now you’re just trying to find some other guy to fuck so you can screw with me. If you actually cared about the contract, you would have worn this last night.” I plucked at the lacy collar.

“I tried to get you interested last night,” she yelled as the car screeched to a halt in front of the house.

She winced as I grabbed her by the hair and half dragged her up the stairs and to the bedroom.

I didn’t even make it up the stairs before I was kissing her, my tongue tangling with hers as she moaned, clinging to me while I maneuvered us into the bedroom.

She whimpered as I slammed her up against a dresser. The strangled noise she made when I slipped my hand under the lacy fabric to cup her tits was muffled against my mouth.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I hissed, nipping her lower lip. “You want me to lose control.”

Her nails scraped my scalp as I sucked her through the fabric.

“You did this to fuck with me.”

“You’re the one being a pussy about consummating the marriage,” she bit back.

“I never wanted to cum in anyone the way I want you right now,” I whispered hoarsely against her mouth.

“That sounds—”

I silenced her with another kiss.

The lace between her legs was soaking wet. Through the open pattern, I felt it. Slick skin.

Fuck . My whole body seized as I almost came right there.

“No panties. She really does want me to rip this off and cum in her.” I buried my face in her tits and felt one of her hard nipples under the roll of my tongue. Her body jerked against me when I scraped the nipple with my teeth. “I’m going to take you so hard.”

Her eyes were big and brown in her head.

“Like, how hard?”

“Nervous?”

A kiss.

“Scared?”

I nipped her mouth.

“You should be. I’m going to enjoy listening to you scream as I slam my cock in your asshole, Princess. I’m going to use you like a sex doll.”

She arched against me as I palmed her through the white lace. “You’re going to hate it, then you’re going to crave it,” I said.

“Yeah?” The catch of her breath. The apprehension, the desire.

You need to take your time. You can’t just take her like this, rough. She’s an adult woman, sure, but she’s a princess, remember?

“Do it.” Daisy chewed on her swollen lip. She didn’t know how intoxicating that was.

The lace tore easily under my hands as Daisy yelped in surprise.

“I’m going to enjoy riding you, Princess. Get on your hands and knees.”

She stumbled a little bit as I stepped back, worry in her big brown eyes, holding the torn pieces of fabric around her like I wasn’t about to come over every inch of her skin. Like she was some innocent virgin I’d just kidnapped off the boardwalk.

Too far. This is too far.

My hand rested on my belt buckle.

I swallowed, trying to keep my control.

I was dangerously close to losing it, to treating her like my little sex slave. Mine to plunder, mine to use…

I need to get the fuck out of here.

“Where do you want me on my hands and knees?” she whimpered.

Chained to my fucking bed.

“Put some clothes on, Daisy.” The barely leashed tension threatened to snap. “Next time, don’t show up at my office like a porn star, or I’ll treat you like one.”

“You’re leaving?” she cried as I brushed past her.

“I have a meeting.”