Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
I have no business staking my claim on her.
No business touching her this way and caging her in just to feel the way her chest hitches when I press closer.
True terror split through me seeing her with Jacob, and worse, the admission of my worst fear: losing her to someone better than me. And Jacob Kessler is among the best.
He’s got a decent head on his shoulders, the raw talent to make it to the big leagues, and the stubbornness to last a long time in a temporary business. He was also on People magazine’s “Sexiest Man Alive” list.
Jacob is a much better match for Empire than I would ever hope to be. They are of similar age, they work in the same profession, he’s stayed out of the tabloids, and he’s got a fucking college degree.
What do I have?
Nothing.
With her body trembling against mine, trapped, I’m powerless to walk away. Empire is mine.
There’s no more being patient with her and no more telling myself to go easy. I’ll be damned for what we’re about to do, and my pulse races at the idea of finally getting to feel her the way I want to: clenched around my cock.
She lifts her chin to me. “Then prove it,” she whispers. “Actually do something about it instead of talking.”
I draw my nose against hers, and she gasps. “You want me to prove it?”
“I said it, didn’t I? Make me yours.”
I’m done trying to be the good guy when I was born to be a villain.
I push her back again, and her spine collides with the wall, pressing a moan between her lips. She’s so fucking gorgeous that it twists my heart. Like she’s some kind of untouchable goddess perching on a pedestal and designed specifically to haunt my dreams.
I want to worship at her feet. My muscles shake with need as I keep her wrists clasped above her head with one hand and slide my fingers down to the swell of her breasts.
“You belong to me.” I repeat it as much for her benefit as my own.
There is not one inch of her I want someone else to see. Not when her nipples go hard, her chest heaving, and everywhere I touch, her skin burns like velvet in front of a bonfire.
She doesn’t move underneath me, not as I hover my mouth above hers in a final moment of safety before I consume her.
She’s struggling to keep her heart under control.
What am I going to do when all of this is over?
I don’t give a fuck.
I draw my mouth along her chin and up to her temple, then down to her ear. “Do you have any idea how badly I crave you? I know what you taste like. I know how you feel on my tongue.”
The shock of this moment has her going mute. She shifts slightly beneath me and lets out a heavy exhale.
I press my mouth to hers for a brief kiss. “I want you drenched for my cock, you spoiled brat. Because I’m going to be the first one to take you.”
And she’s right about one thing. I’m done talking. She blinks at me as I slide my free hand between us and push between her legs. Her pussy is already hot and throbbing, wetter than it had been in the car while I spanked her.
“You belong to me.” I trail my fingers along her slit before pushing her undies aside and finding her clit, tilting my fingers up. “You want me to fuck you, Em? Then I’m going to fuck you.”
I massage her clit until she moans, spreading her pussy to insert the tip of my index finger into her entrance. The motion has her rising on the tips of her toes, even with the heels.
Her legs are shaking, her arms trembling, from being pinned.
“You’re mine now.” I nip her earlobe to drive the point home.
Anticipation has my cock hard. I’m so fucking ready for her. And she deserves to have someone go slow. She deserves to have a loving experience where I take my time and show her the art of sex rather than just the mad dash to the finish line.
She’s panting when I sweep her into my arms, her body pliant and hot for me. Her lips find mine and stay there on my way down the hall toward her room. I slam the door open with my foot and carry her to the bed, then deposit her on the mattress. Her sheets are a nest around us as I cover her small body with mine.
“Spread your legs.”
Her cheeks are blushed as she does what I say. I pause only long enough to draw the zipper down the side of her dress and pull the material down. She arches her hips to make it easier, and I drag her panties down as well. She’s naked beneath me, absolutely perfect.
Her breasts are twin globes, her nipples hard little buds. I bend to take one in my mouth and work it between my teeth, probing her pussy in time with my tongue.
She’s so eager for me, whimpering even as she reaches for my zipper.
I let her tug it down, let her push my slacks from my hips and free my cock. It bounces up, already dripping precum, eager for the heaven I’ll find inside her. She paws at my clothes in a bid to feel skin against skin.
Empire grabs my cock in her hand and squeezes. Fuck me, stars dance in front of my eyes. I’m so hard it’s painful. She brings me to my knees, and now we’re here…she’s mine.
I’m going to be the first one to fuck her.
The thought makes me pause, and I rear back, gripping her hips.
“Don’t go slow,” she pants. “I want you. Right now.”
“It might hurt.”
She shakes her head, and her beautiful blonde hair spreads out across the bed. “I don’t fucking care.”
Holding her in place, her pussy open for me, I angle the head of my cock against her opening and spare one last look at her. Then I force my way inside.
She’s tight enough for those stars to dance again. I swallow over a gasp, and her muffled cry forces me to pry my eyes open just to hold her gaze. This position is deep enough for her, and I go slow, her hot cunt swallowing my cock inch by inch until I’m fully seated inside the cradle of her body.
“Holy fuck.” I drop my forehead to hers and kiss her lips, giving her a second to adjust to my girth.
Her pussy clamps down around me, and it takes everything in me not to move, to give her this time she needs.
“I’m fine,” she gasps.
Then she better hold on. One of her hands grips my shoulders and the other tangles in the sheets as I pull out, only to thrust back inside—hard.
The force of my thrusts lifts her off the bed, and I use my weight to press her back hard, dominating, punishing her for how badly I want her.
I own her. No one else is going to pound this fucking pussy the way I will.
And she’s so wet, so damn tight, it’s hard to breathe.
“God, Marcus, yes. Yes!”
My balls tighten, and I bite down on my molars. I can’t come yet. Not when I’m just getting started with her.
I draw a pillow underneath her ass to prop her up and keep my hands on her hips as I thrust until our flesh slaps together, sweat slicking our bodies.
“Who do you belong to, Empire?” I say as I pull out.
“You.” Her answer is as soft as a forbidden prayer. “Only you.”
Blood pounds in my ears along with her screams of pleasure. I glance between us to watch my cock slide in and out of her body, going deep, and I grip her skin hard enough to bruise.
She wraps her arm around my shoulder and pulls me down until our chests are pressed tightly together.
“You are so fucking tight for me.” I shove my hips forward, and her eyes widen. “I love how tight you are.”
I reach between us and thumb her clit, slamming into her until her body tenses around me.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me, Em?” I slow my rhythm only long enough for her to catch her breath, then resume, her mouth widening in surprise. “Come for me.”
A few more flicks against her swollen clit and she comes, biting down on her lip to stifle her cry. She’s still panting, her body shaking from the aftershock of her orgasm. My own orgasm is right there—I’m so close.
The bed pounds against the wall, and I try to hold myself back, but it’s been too long and she’s so hot. I shove into her, tensing, and we both yell as I come inside her. My cock pulses, her cunt clenching around me. Once done, I drop my mouth to hers, kissing her and consuming her sigh.
Her eyes are tired, but she’s glowing when I look down at her. I kiss the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, everywhere. Kissing her to let her know how I feel when the words fail me. Her cheeks are red, but she’s smiling, and my heart turns over in my chest.
Afterward, she’s curled against my front, the small spoon to my big one.
Sleep is too far away, and it needs to stay that way.
Hating myself is natural after what I did to her. After the claims I made, when I know better than to promise to back them up. I’ve felt like garbage before, so I’m no stranger to the sensation. But still.
I fucked her bloody. A spot dots her pretty pink sheets, a blushed rose color—like innocence. And I deflowered her in her own fucking bed. The sheets smell like us, and she’s tattooed on my skin, on my heart, in a way I know I’ll never be able to erase.
What the hell did I do?
I’m a piece of shit, and I have to make sure she’s okay.
Empire snorts in her sleep and snuggles closer, our fingers linked. I’ll never be able to make up for this.
My karma is so goddamn bad that I’ll be punished in my next ten thousand lives for taking advantage of her this way. She deserves better. She deserves Jacob.
The thought of him intruding on this private moment doubles the amount of stomach acid eating away at my insides, and I tug Empire closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly. The way I knew they would.
She’s sleeping soundly, her lips still uptilted in a perfect smile, and whatever she’s dreaming has got to be good. Eventually I follow her into sleep, but my dreams are anything but peaceful.