Chapter 32
BELLA
It’s like a light switch turned off in him.
I’m still trembling in his hold. But that guilt on his face is clear.
I cup his face, bringing him back to me.
“Rowan,” I whisper, bringing his eyes to mine.
His hand tightens around mine, his dick still pulsing in my hand.
“You’re my brother’s. Not mine,” he tells me, almost defeated.
I shake my head. Leaning in, I run my tongue along his jaw.
“I’m not anyone's. Please don’t stop this, Ro. Please."
I need him. I want more.
This is the first time in years that I’ve felt respected by a man. Where one has made me come. He shattered me with three fingers.
That spark between us is real and worthy of exploring. Regardless of everything else going on. My heart stills. Reggie.
He’s made his stance clear. I’m not his. I’m just part of the alliance. Why should that stop us now when it feels so right?
“This is wrong, Bella. So fuckin’ wrong.”
He releases his hand, letting me stroke his cock. The water falls over us, my body starting to cool against the tiles. But that fire inside? It’s there for him.
“No. What’s wrong is denying that we want each other a second longer than we need to.”
I place my hand around his throat, noticing he sparked to life when I did that earlier.
“You’re marrying my brother, precious. It’s different. I’m not sure I really have permission to have you. We have rules.”
A smile spreads across my lips.
“You had permission to finger fuck me in the shower?”
His jaw twitches. That internal battle raging inside him, but I intend to win.
“Well, no. Yes? I don’t know! But I saw how Reggie reacted to you. I think he wants you, Bel.”
Shaking my head, I press my lips against his softly.
I think I’ve worked him out. And that makes me giddy with excitement.
“That doesn’t matter, Rowan. Now, be a good boy and get on your knees. Have a taste of what your brother wants. The only person’s permission you need is mine.”
His eyes go wide. His mouth dropping open. A darkness flickering across his eyes.
“What did you just call me?” He tilts his head, licking his lips.
“I called you a good boy, rockstar. Are you going to be one for me?”
A growl erupts from his chest and he picks me up by the waist, throwing me over his shoulder.
“Naughty fuckin’ girl. You have no idea what you’ve just done.” He slaps my ass as he stomps out of the bathroom.
Water drips from us both, as he strides down the hall.
“Rowan! Don’t be mad I worked you out!” I laugh, digging my nails into his back.
That earns me a sharp smack on my thigh, more a warning than pain.
He kicks open the bedroom door and drops me onto the bed. He doesn’t touch me, just stands there, staring down at me like a storm trying to decide which direction to break.
“You have no idea what you do to me, precious,” he says, voice hoarse.
I prop myself up on my elbows, meeting his gaze head-on. “Oh, I do. Because you do the same thing to me.”
He drags a hand down his face, breathing hard. “If I cross this line, Bella, there’s no going back. Understand that?”
I nod, heart hammering. “I understand.”
For a long moment he just stands there, the weight of his decision pressing into the room like a third presence. Then he takes a slow step toward me, eyes locked on mine, every inch of him wound tight.
And in that silence, it’s clear: this isn’t just lust. It’s two people circling a choice that could change everything.
But then he drops to his knees, dragging me by my calves, his hot breath beating against my aching pussy.
“Rowan, please,” I beg as he peppers kisses along my thigh.
“God, you sound fucking beautiful when you beg for it.”
He pushes my thighs apart further and with one flick of his tongue on my clit, I’m a goner for him.
“You taste divine, just like I knew you would.”
I watch him, feasting on me like a man starved. My hips rolling to his pace. It’s like we’re made for each other.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss as he pushes his fingers inside me.
“You like that, huh? Just wait until I stretch you out on my cock.”
My heart races, my body erupting with goosebumps.
“I quite enjoy watching you being a good boy for me on your knees, rockstar,” I wink.
He presses the flat of his tongue against me.
“Keep calling me that and I’m gonna come, then you’ll be in trouble.”
I suck in a breath. I like the sound of being in trouble.