Chapter 18 #2
“Maybe if you’d told me about the club in the first place-”
“I don’t owe you anything,” he interrupted, venom in his tone. “I made it clear when we got married; you stay out of my business and I’ll stay out of yours.”
Fury smothered the shame and guilt swirling in my bloodstream, my temper hanging by a thread. I was so done with his dismissive attitude. Done with his coldness toward me.
Done with wanting someone who would never want me.
I deserved better. I deserved to live my life experiencing love and affection, and giving it back. I couldn’t go on like this, with this desperate need to feel something other than the constant loneliness that hovered over me like a thunderstorm.
“You know what, Miles? That’s fine.” I jabbed him in the chest, earning a scowl.
“I’ll stay out of your business. You do whatever the fuck you like, with whoever the fuck you like.
But don’t expect me to spend any more of my life sitting at home, lonely as hell, and wanting someone to acknowledge my existence.
I refuse to live another day of my life like this. ”
A patronizing smirk tugged at his lips. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
His taunting tone added fuel to the inferno now raging inside me, and the tenuous thread holding my temper in check finally snapped.
“I’ll show you what I’m going to do about it,” I snarled, determination powering me to shove him out of the way and yank the door open before storming into the hallway.
In a club like this, surely I could find someone more than willing to make me feel good. Even if it was just once. Even if it was with someone I didn’t want.
I didn’t get far, though. Miles grabbed my arm and spun me around. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“Where do you think, Milo? I’m going to find a man who can give me everything you can’t.”
Rage blazed in his eyes as he wrenched me back to his office despite my attempt to break free. “No, you’re not.”
I yanked my arm out of his grasp as he shoved me back into the office, white hot fury like I’d never felt before thrumming through my veins. He slammed the door again, this time locking it, and standing against it to prevent me from even attempting to unlock it.
Unable to control my anger, I closed the small space between us, my breasts pressing against his firm chest, and my lips curling into a sneer. “I told you I’m done with this. I’m not spending another minute of my life with someone incapable of feeling.”
His nostrils flared, yet his tone was surprisingly calm. “Incapable of feeling? That’s what you think, Jailbait?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I think,” I hissed, knowing I was pressing his buttons, but unable to stop myself.
“You couldn’t be more wrong.”
I snorted. “Oh, really? You could have fooled me. But, whatever. I don’t give a shit. I’m done. Now let me the fuck out so I can go and find someone who isn’t afraid to show me how they feel.”
“Is that what you want?” he growled, low and deadly. “You want to go and find some random dude to fuck you in front of everyone?”
“Uh-huh. I want to find someone who is capable of feeling. Someone who’ll put their hands all over my body, and fuck me so hard that I can’t walk for days without thinking about their cock inside me.”
I should have felt bad for taunting him, especially when he clenched his jaw so hard that I was certain I heard the cracking of teeth, but I couldn’t stop the words from spewing out of me.
Stepping to the side, I lifted my arm to attempt to reach the lock, but before I could comprehend what was happening, my back was once again shoved against the door, and Miles towered over me, my chin in his firm grip.
“You’re not going anywhere, Jailbait. You damn well belong to me.”
And then his mouth was on mine.
My heart raced to an impossible speed as he kissed me with ferocity, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip, causing me to wince and open my mouth. As soon as it did, his tongue swept inside, meeting mine as our teeth clashed.
He released my chin, his hands moving to grip my hips, and he thrust his cock against my belly, evoking a needy groan from me. Like I’d wanted to do, I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping strands as our kiss turned frantic.
I’d been kissed before, but never like the way Miles devoured my mouth. It was raw. Passionate. Desperate. Like he’d done to me, I sank my teeth into his lip.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling his mouth away from mine.
Not giving me a chance to catch my breath, Miles yanked me away from the door and hauled me over to his desk.
My legs shook as goosebumps tingled all over my body, and my clit had developed a pulse of its own.
He grasped my hips to lift me onto his desk, ripping my legs apart so he could stand between them.
He wrapped his hand tightly around my throat, the rage still burning in his eyes now mixed with lust. “Is this what you want? You want to be fucked over this desk?”
Provoking him should have been the last thing to enter my mind, but I knew that any second, he’d turn back into the statue he always turned into whenever he got too close to me.
“Yeah, I do. Mind if I go find someone in the club who can do just that? I saw a guy out there who was pretty hot.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Jailbait. Push me too far, and there’ll be no going back,” he growled, his mouth hovering over mine.
For the briefest of seconds, I paused. Did I want this? That was an easy answer. Yes, I wanted this. I wanted this for me.
I wanted Miles. I'd always wanted him, even if the feeling wasn't reciprocated.
Feigning confidence I did not feel, I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over his lip. “Prove it.”
I saw the moment it happened. The moment his resolve snapped, and not even a hundred armed men storming the office and threatening to shoot him could have held him back.
His eyes darkened as he pulled me by my hips to the edge of the desk and pushed my skirt up. The ripping of material echoed around the office when Miles tore my panties clean from my body, leaving my pussy exposed.
With one hand on my hip and the other undoing his pants, he freed his cock from its confines. My throat dried up when I caught not only the size of him, but at the glint of a thick silver ring through his crown.
But I didn’t have time to dwell on how much the piercing must have hurt him—or how much it would hurt me—for that matter. With one thrust, Miles slammed inside me, forcing his cock past the resistance of my hymen.
Pain seared through my body, and my eyes slammed shut. My nails found his arms, digging into his flesh as I let out a scream.
Fuck.
It hurt.
Miles stilled once he was buried all the way inside me, and I cracked my eyes open to find him staring down at where we were connected. “Fuck, you really are a virgin.”
“Was,” I gritted out, my pussy throbbing. “I don’t think I am anymore.”
Hesitance flashed across his face, his body tensing, and I knew, I just knew, that he was about to pull out of me and return to his statue-state. No way was I letting that happen.
“Is that all you can manage, Milo?” I teased, ignoring the burn spreading through the lower half of my body. “I’m disappointed.”
His features twisted into a snarl, and he returned one hand to my throat. “You fucking asked for this.”
That was all the warning I got before he pulled out and slammed roughly back in, his fingertips digging into my hips. My pussy stretched around him, my entire body now ablaze, but it wasn’t solely from the pain.
Miles Wolfe was fucking me. The man I’d fantasized about since the minute I met him four years ago was inside me.
Claiming my virginity.
He released my throat to grip my hips, and my hands moved from his arm, clawing at his shirt as he brutally pumped in and out of me. A bead of sweat trickled down my back as our combined groans reverberated around his office.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Miles panted. “So damn tight.”
Despite the dull ache that had settled between my legs, my core clenched deliciously, and pressure started building when the ring in Miles’ tip hit a spot inside me that I’d never been able to find on my own.
“Harder,” I wheezed, chasing my climax that hovered just out of reach. “Please. Fuck me harder, Milo.”
A growl rumbled from his chest as he pulled out of me, my eyes widening at the blood coating his shaft. Miles didn’t notice, though; he whirled me around, and with one hand, he pushed between my shoulder blades, forcing me to bend over his desk.
Kicking my legs apart, he plowed back inside me, one hand still between my shoulders, one gripping my hip. My nails dug into the mahogany wood, and I squeezed my eyes closed. From this angle, Miles was deeper inside me than before.
He fucked me hard like I’d demanded, his groans growing louder the harder he pounded inside me. My climax was close, so damn close, and I was too focused on finding my release that I didn’t notice his hand had disappeared from my back.
Until he slapped my ass.
Painfully hard.
“Is this enough for you, Jailbait? Will you think about me ramming my cock into your tight cunt every time you move tomorrow?”
My response was nothing more than a garbled moan.
He slapped my ass again, the sensitive flesh burning from his palm. “Answer me!”
“Yes!” I shrieked, my orgasm claiming me when he slapped my ass for a third time.
My entire body turned rigid as wave after wave of pleasure smashed into me. If it wasn’t for being bent over the desk, I would have been a heap on the floor with the way my knees turned to jelly.
With another thrust, Miles groaned, and a sticky warmth flooded my core. Behind me, his body jerked a few times as he emptied himself. He stilled, and for several seconds, the only sound filling the office was our heavy breaths.
I stretched my fingers when they started to cramp from where I’d been clawing at the desk, and as my powerful climax began to fade away, Miles slipped out of me. I lifted myself, twisting to look over my shoulder, and instantly freezing.
Miles was staring at his semi-erect cock coated in my blood.
Color drained from his face, and when he met my gaze, regret flashed in his brown eyes.
His nose crinkled in disgust as he looked away, and pulled his pants up before storming through a door on the far side of his office and shutting it behind him.
Not even ten seconds later, the sound of smashing glass rang out from behind the closed door.