Chapter 17 Duncan #2
“You don’t have to lie anymore. I meant what I said. I don’t give a fuck what your reasons are.” I line myself up with her wet, soaking pussy and shove the head in. “You can use me for my money. For my cock. My goddamn heart is yours. All of me is yours.”
Her lips part like she’s about to say something. Before a sound comes out of them, I crush my mouth to hers. I shut her up with my kiss.
My teeth latch onto Elowyn’s bottom lip. I need to possess her so bad that I can’t help but tighten my hold on her wrists.
“It’s going to hurt,” I grind out the words I dreamed about saying years ago. Only in some of my dreams, my voice was softer. It didn’t sound like a threat. “That is, if you really are a virgin.”
Of course she is. Elowyn can’t lie, but I fucking love teasing her. More than I should.
“I am,” she whispers.
“We’ll see about that.”
God, it feels too good, dragging an inch of my cock in and out of her pussy. I groan, my restraint close to snapping. But—no. This won’t be a quick fuck.
I pull out, slapping her pussy with the head of my cock instead of beating her cunt from the inside. More precum trickles out, painting her pretty clit white.
A growl rumbles in my chest, my mouth watering at the filthy way I’m corrupting something so pure.
“You’re the only one, Duncan.” My name turns into a gasp when I slap her with my cock again. “I always hoped.” Gasp. “You’d change your mind and come back to me.”
“Shut up.” Heat builds between us, fast, as I sink back inside her pussy. Just an inch. “Don’t lie to me.”
I’m not talking about her virginity anymore. I’m talking about that heart of hers that’s always been out of reach.
“I’m not lying.” Sweet Elowyn spreads her legs wider. “I’m yours.”
The look she’s pinning me with is heated. Needy. But also extremely determined.
Honest, too.
She’s really, thoroughly mine.
“Yeah, you are.” I slam my hips into her, shoving my cock past the barrier, shredding it. “Mine.”
“Duncan,” she mewls while I stroke her cheek, while tears roll down her temples. “It hurts.”
“Shh.” I stay where I am, pulsing, waiting. It’s almost impossible with how badly I want to get lost in her pussy. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Then I’ll wait with you until you can. I’m not moving, little moon.” I hold very still, kiss her chin. The tip of her nose. Each tear that slips free from the corners of her eyes. “Fuck, you’re so tight and I—no, I’m not moving. Not before you tell me to.”
When she goes silent, I release her wrists, settle on my forearms, and watch her. I’m giving her permission to slap, scratch, or punch me again. To show me how fierce the pain is.
She doesn’t. Her arms remain over her head, her chest rising and falling as she watches me back.
“Hey.” I kiss the corner of her pinched mouth. Even like this, struggling to adjust to my girth, she’s exquisite. “You trust me?”
Your brother’s former best friend.
The man who hurt you.
A murderer.
The last part remains a secret for the time being.
But I can’t deny that with every passing second, I grow more certain Elowyn will forgive me.
I decide then and there to end the secrecy. To tell her everything and soon.
“I do,” she says, her voice small.
“Good girl.” I lift my hand and press two fingers to her mouth. “Now suck.”
Warily, she parts her lips, accepting them. When her cheeks hollow and her tongue laps over my fingers, I curse under my breath.
My hips rock because, dammit, she’s so hot that I can’t fully rein myself in. But I’m not going hard on her. I’m gentle enough that the pressure of her pussy loosens around me.
“That’s my girl.” My cock swells, thickening to the point of agony. “I could finger-fuck that pretty mouth for hours.” I drag my fingers out slowly, letting a string of saliva stretch between them and her mouth. The filthy sight sends a groan up my throat. “Another day.”
Slipping my hand between our bodies, I circle her clit slowly.
“Oh.” She blinks up at me as pleasure replaces the pain. “That… Oh.”
“Feel good?” Flicking, pinching, rubbing, I do everything to get her wetter. “You like that?”
“More.” Her hips buck as her body gets used to me. Begging for me. “Please.”
“Wait. Wait. Dammit, Elowyn, I’m trying to hold back.
” As turned on as I am, I take my time stroking her just the way she likes.
I need her to be even more relaxed before I ruin her with my cock.
“You have no idea how tempting you are. You’re sucking me in, baby, and if you don’t stop, I’m going to hurt you. ”
“You care…” Her hands rise to touch my cheeks. “I thought you hated me.”
“And I thought I was an asshole.” I grab her wrists, shoving them back in place over her head. “Yet here you are”—I’m hanging by a thread, my entire body fighting not to fuck her until she comes and cries for me—“letting an asshole”—I revel in her scream as she climaxes—“rub one out of you.”
The moment her pussy spasms around me, the last of my restraint is gone.
She doesn’t say anything else when I let loose, railing her with everything I’ve got.
Words are pointless when our bodies talk. When her pupils dilate and her cheeks flush. When she spreads her legs a little wider. Fighting to take more of me in.
I lift one of her legs and pull it over my shoulder, giving her exactly that.
At this angle, my cock sinks deeper, and she clenches her pussy around me.
Elowyn whispers, “Don’t stop. Please.”
And a few thrusts later and…my fucking God.
We’re a moaning, sweaty mess as I lose myself to this orgasm. To us. Two people at their most visceral, most primal selves.
“You’re perfect. Every wet dream, every time I fucked my fist, all I could think about was this.
Your pussy, milking me.” My muscles pull tight, lungs burning.
I don’t hold back, my hips working while I lean in to kiss the hell out of Elowyn while I growl against her lips, “I’m going to fuck a baby into you.
Then, you’re never getting rid of me. We’re going to be bound for life. ”
As soon as I say it, an image slashes into my head. The two of us, strolling across the grounds of the mansion on a fall evening. The air is crisp, the leaves on the trees are red, orange, and gold, like they are now.
A maternity dress stretches over Elowyn’s stomach. Over our baby that grows inside her.
The need to breed her intensifies, pressing against my ribs. Suffocating me.
I want that.
“We can’t.” She fights against my hand that locks her wrists together.
“Why?” I ask, but don’t let go of her.
Don’t stop looking at her gorgeous face while I’m branding her with my cock.
“You have to pull out.” Confusion flashes across her face. It’s as if she can’t decide if she’s more aroused or scared of the idea of getting pregnant. “It’s not the right time. I’m not on the pill.”
“Does it look like I care?” I emphasize every word with a thrust.
“But—”
“Mine.” Whether she likes it or not, I’m fucking a baby into her if it’s the last thing I do. “My woman. My everything. You belong to me.”
The rest of her arguments die on her tongue when I let go of her leg and stroke her clit. She cries as that orgasm strikes fast, right before I groan my own release.
There’s so much cum spilling out of me that it trickles down her thighs. Drenched in my seed, she’s definitely getting pregnant.
Warmth and something primal bloom inside of me at the thought. I’m still breathing hard when I kiss her like I’d die without her lips on mine. Once my pulse slows, I release my grip on her wrists and pull out.
“Duncan…” The look on her face says it all. The doubt, the hesitation, they’re there on display. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret anything.”
I could never, but what if she does?
What if she’s pretending to care about me?
What if what we have is just a transaction to her?
Don’t care.
In a few months, she’ll see it differently. It’s a motherfucking promise.
My eyes lock onto hers. “Be quiet.”
When I’m sure I have her attention, I lean back. I can hardly contain my possessive growl at the sight of her blood on my cock.
Already half-hard again, I rub my length over Elowyn’s pussy, painting her red everywhere.
“Please.” The soft touch of her fingers on my thigh has my teeth locking. “Stop.”
I don’t. I take two fingers, guiding them in and out of her pussy. Putting my seed where it belongs.
Elowyn relents and lets me.
“Listen to me,” I say eventually, my gaze hardened. “If this is about your compensation, you have nothing to worry about. I’ll keep my word. Won’t stop sending Barclay money either. Everything’s taken care of.”
“My compensation?” She sits up on her forearms, shuffling away from me. Her cheeks are flushed, eyebrows low. “My compensation?”
“Yes, the one I mentioned in the invitation,” I clarify, completely at ease.
I’m done being angry at her. I’m not even upset about her staying here for my money.
“Nothing changes. The transfers will run smoothly. The only thing I can’t give you is your freedom.
And soon enough, you won’t want it either. ”
Faster than I could ever imagine, Elowyn sits on her knees. She’s glorious in the faint light coming from above, wild hair and all.
I’m so mesmerized that I miss the shift in the air until her hand cracks on my cheek.
“You still think I’m letting you fuck me for money?” She crawls back, away from me, stopping at the edge of the pedestal. “Are you kidding me right now?”
“I’m not kidding.” I pull my jeans up, ready to chase her if she runs. “I know that’s how I got you here. You care deeply about Barclay”—no matter what the fucker does—“and your childhood home. Fine by me. As I said, I’ll make you fall in love with me. That’s the only thing I care about.”
“You cruel, stupid bastard,” she hisses, climbing off the pedestal.
“If all I cared about was money, I could’ve married another man by now.
Barclay, he…” She lifts her hands to block me when I follow, when I’m less than three feet away from her.
“He brought home a few men over the years. Wanted me to marry one of them for their status and wealth.”
My chest heaves, biceps flexing. I’m determined to destroy each and every one of these invisible suitors.
I want to touch Elowyn more than I want to cause harm, though. So I move closer.
Her hands flatten against my chest, blocking me.
I don’t let it derail me. Raising my palm to her cheek, I move to cradle her flushed face in my hand.
“No, it’s time you listened. Really goddamn listen.” She slaps it away. “I’ve never answered their texts or calls, Duncan. Hardly said hello and goodbye when they came to our home. I’ve been single and eventually broke by choice.”
Relief knocks the air out of my lungs. I never knew about the other men or how she turned them down. My PI wasn’t there to stalk her twenty-four-seven. I couldn’t be there all the time.
To think I almost lost her…
“Little moon.” I take another step forward, forcing Elowyn’s elbows to bend since she keeps pushing at my chest.
Her eyes narrow. “I’m not done.”
“Okay.”
“Last night, when I came up here, I was going to tell The Restorer he wasn’t allowed to touch me again.
Either that, or our deal was off.” Her chest expands.
“I was fully prepared to scrape by and hope for the best instead of being a stranger’s plaything.
A stranger who wasn’t you. Then, I told you this wasn’t about the money, and yet you can’t let go of the lie.
You tell yourself you’d rather insult me than see the truth for what it is. ”
A sob chokes her as she turns around and flees out of my gallery.
My heart hammers, my lungs too big for my body. They’re breaking bones. Splintering ribs. There are so many cuts that I don’t think I can survive.
Elowyn.
I start chasing after her, eviscerating the distance between us.
When she hears me on her heels, she shouts, “I need space. Don’t come anywhere near me.”
And I…do as she says.
For her.
Because I’ve fucked up royally.
Because I’ve been the biggest asshole.
Because she needs time, and I’m going to be a decent person for once and listen.