16. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Vincent
T here were a few bubbles keeping me from seeing all of her nakedness, but I saw enough. I know what she was up to, and it’s turning me on. I want to wade into that bathtub, clothes and all, and take over her masturbating. She wants it. So why not?
Her body may want it, but mentally and emotionally, she doesn’t. I told her my word could be trusted, and I meant it. I’ve kept all the promises I’ve ever made in my life, even in instances when it would’ve benefited me more to break them. Right now the temptation to do so is crazy strong. I almost wish for an attack of one of those headaches to distract me.
“I’m good,” she says, “and done with the bath.”
I grab a towel and open it for her.
“I’m capable of drying myself.”
I hold the towel to her. She gets up, a little too hasty in her attempt to get the towel from me, and becomes dizzy.
Wrapping the towel around her, I pick her up and carry her out. I set her in an armchair and get her a glass of water. Taking out my phone, I tell my staff to bring up electrolytes.
“You should try eating more,” I say.
“I may just want to go back to sleep.”
From the bathroom, I retrieve the bathrobe. I help her put her arms through. Removing the towel, I take in the sight of her breasts, her belly, her bush, and her thighs. I feel the need to adjust my crotch but refrain.
She pulls the robe closed. “It’s missing the sash.”
“You’re on suicide watch, remember?”
Although I don’t quite feel like leaving her, it’s better that I do. Else I might go back on my word for the first time in my life. I go to the bed and pull back the covers, then pick her up in my arms. She stiffens. She won’t relax until I’m gone.
Warmth flares in my body. I notice both our breaths are uneven. I set her on the bed.
Do it. Do it now. Rip that bathrobe open and give yourself access to that luscious body. Sink yourself deep. Feel her wet heat clamping down on your cock.
With superhuman effort, I pull myself away. I’ve been around plenty of omegas in heat, but I’ve never reacted so strongly to one before. Here is where the advantage of being a beta comes in. Their minds can more easily override their bodies.
Cupping her chin, I make her look at me. “So this is what you get to do: eat, sleep, use the bathroom, watch TV, twiddle your thumbs. Anything else gets you punished.”
“You said you weren’t going to do anything to me.”
“That was just during the bath, and bath time’s over, pet. ”
I release her. I definitely need to get away so I don’t see her, smell her, and sense her. This is the worse rut I’ve ever experienced.
As I exit, I tell Misty to make sure Ramona takes her electrolytes.
“You want me to go back inside and watch her?” Misty asks.
“Definitely. She’s resourceful, so don’t trust her.”
After Misty goes back inside, I head to my room. Before I reach the stairs, however, I pass by a set of doors I should have gone through by now. Irene’s memorial tablet is behind those doors, in a small suite I had converted into a modest temple. But I feel unworthy of paying her tribute.
So I continue to my suite, where Ming is waiting for me.
“Suyin will be here in twenty minutes,” he informs me.
“Reschedule the appointment,” I say.
I don’t need acupuncture right now. I need to fuck.
“I’m going ashore. Get Aaliyah to meet me at her apartment,” I direct. “And for Ramona’s lunch, have the chef prepare sushi, wraps, and some soups. I don’t know what kind she likes, so make a variety. His sushi skills are modest, so fly some in from one of the Michelin restaurants in NYC in time for dinner.”
Ming raises a brow. “The royal treatment.”
“Suyin doesn’t think she has the will to live. I’ve got to do something to lift her spirits.”
“If it’s easier to let her die, why go through all this trouble?”
“I own her. And I don’t want to own a dead thing.”
“She tried to kill you.”
“We have to find out who she is first.”
“And you’re going to nurse her back to health so you can torture her more later?”
To be honest, I hadn’t thought that far. All I know is that I’m not ready for her to die on me right now.
At Ming’s look of skepticism, I reply, “Why not? Or maybe I’ll just keep her for a sex toy until I’m bored. Her pussy is incredible.”
“And that’s it?”
“Why are you asking me all these bullshit questions?”
“I’ve never seen you defensive before.”
I rub my temples. Ming’s right. And he doesn’t ask useless questions.
“Must be a combination of these headaches and rutting,” I sigh.
Ming looks concerned.
“Just make sure you get a hold of Aaliyah,” I tell him.
After Ming departs, I consider jacking myself off but decide I can wait.
Aaliyah lives in Norbrook, an upscale neighborhood home to Kingston’s elite—business leaders, politicians, and celebrities—and characterized by large, gated properties, often with expansive gardens and swimming pools.
When I enter the luxury apartment I rent for Aaliyah, the Jamaican beauty—a voluptuous female beta—awaits me with two glasses of champagne .
“Darling Vincent, it’s been so long!” she croons. “How have you been?”
I’m not interested in the champagne or conversation. I came for sex. I know Aaliyah won’t mind. She’s not my girlfriend. She has someone else she regards as her boyfriend, and he’s fully aware of my relationship with Aaliyah. He’s on Kingston’s police force, and his boss is on my payroll, so he knows not to mess with me.
I take the glass of champagne from Aaliyah, but instead of savoring the expensive bubbly, I set it aside on the marble countertop. Aaliyah’s deep brown eyes hold a mischievous glint as she steps closer, the scent of her floral perfume enveloping me. Her hand reaches out to trace the outline of my jaw, her touch light and teasing.
Her voice is low and sultry as she asks, “Did you miss me?”
I catch her wrist in my hand, pulling her body flush against mine. The warmth of her curves presses against me. Aaliyah tilts her head back, offering me her lips. I claim them.
Our mouths move together with a fierce urgency, tongues tangling as desire courses through us both. She has the plumpest, most sumptuous lips I’ve ever kissed, but I can’t enjoy them as usual because she pops into my head.
That damn little omega.
As Aaliyah undoes the buttons of my shirt, I attempt to push away thoughts of Ramona.
Aaliyah’s hands trace over the hard planes of my chest, her nails grazing lightly over my skin. With a growl, I deepen our kiss, needing to lose myself in the sensation of her body against mine.
She unbuckles my belt and slides it off, dropping it to the floor with a clatter. She pushes my shirt off next.
I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the plush sofa in the center of the room. I set her down, the hunger in her eyes matching my own as she reaches for me, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down.
The cool air of the room hits my heated skin as I stand over her, my erection at full attention. Looking down, she smiles at my cock.
“How I’ve missed this,” she murmurs as she runs her manicured fingers along its length.
I let her rub my cock for a bit before cupping her chin and forcing her head back so I can kiss her again. My other hand cups a breast, squeezing it hard through her diaphanous dress as she gasps into my mouth.
“You up for quick and hard?” I ask.
Her eyes gleam with lust. She replies, “Anything for you, Vincent.”
I pull a throw pillow beneath Aaliyah to lift her hips. She pulls up her dress, revealing no underwear, and spreads her legs. Anticipation crackles between us.
With one swift thrust, I enter her, making her cry out. I look into her eyes to see them sparkling with desire. Bracing myself against the back of the sofa, I slam into her again and again, each time deeper than the last. She moans beneath me, her nails digging into my back as her hips buck to meet my thrusts.
“Yes, Vincent, yes,” she breathes.
But it’s Ramona’s voice that I hear. Ramona’s pussy I imagine plunging into, branding her insides with my cock.
Ramona—Aaliyah, that is—mews as our bodies rock and slam together in carnal unity.
“Lawd, lawd,” Aaliyah cries in Patois.
Still seeing Ramona in my mind, I sweep an arm under her knee to lift her leg, opening her to more of my thrusts. I pound harder.
“Ahhheee,” she cries as she grasps my arm with one hand. One of her acrylic nails snaps off.
Her body convulses violently as her orgasm tears through her. I feel it against my cock.
With a final thrust, I explode inside her, filling her with my seed .
“Jeezas,” she murmurs between ragged gasps.
I remain in place to let my heartbeat settle before letting her leg down.
She smiles up at me. “That was lovely, darling.”
My body needed that release, but I wasn’t able to enjoy Aaliyah as much as I expected. Worse, the fucking did not eliminate my desire.
I still want to pound Ramona into oblivion.