Chapter 17 #2
“You think I’m not imagining your hand between your thighs, imagining how you sound when you fall apart?”
She swallows hard, but she stays rooted to the spot. Her defiance is slipping. Her bravado cracking. And she doesn’t even realize she’s drawing me in with every second she doesn’t step back.
I tilt my head slightly, studying her like she’s a puzzle I fully intend to take apart with my hands. And mouth.
“Keep provoking me, cara,” I say low enough to be a warning, “and you’re going to get exactly what you want.”
Her breath stutters and God help us both, I’m done pretending I don’t want her right back.
“Maybe I know exactly what I’m doing.”
Her admission unlocks something deep inside of me. People rarely challenge me. Maybe that’s why I find her so fascinating.
“Show me.”
“What?” Heat blooms across her face.
“Show me what you were going to do with the toy.”
Her breath catches and I see desire in the blue depths of her eyes.
“Are you serious?”
I dip my head.
She exhales stands, grabbing the same pink vibrator she sent in the photo.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she says, pointing to a fluffy chair that wasn’t there when I left this morning.
I blink at the thing. It’s pink. Not just pink—obnoxiously pink.
Soft and round and covered in some kind of faux fur that looks like it was stolen off a child’s stuffed animal.
The legs are gold, spindly things that look like they’d snap under any real weight.
It doesn’t belong in this penthouse or anywhere near me.
But she’s watching me.
So I sit.
The cushion gives instantly, swallowing me like it’s been waiting to make a mockery of me.
The fabric is warm, borderline ridiculous, like sitting inside a bakery window display.
If it weren’t so absurd, I’d laugh. But her eyes are dancing, full of challenge, and I know this was intentional. She’s toying with me. And I let her.
I cross one leg over the other and loosen my tie, never taking my eyes off her.
“I’m comfortable,” I say, voice low. “Now it’s your turn.”
She just smiles and shakes her head, then pulls back the bedding—also new, by the looks of it. At least it doesn’t have fur. No, this is something else. Silken, dark, expensive. The kind of bedding that dares you to stay all night.
Her smile curves and it’s pure sin wrapped in innocence. “Be right back.”
She grabs a bag and disappears into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her. I give her a few minutes, pretending patience. Pretending I’m not wondering what she’s doing in there, wondering what she’s putting on or taking off.
Just as I’m about to get up, the door opens.
She steps out.
And whatever breath I had left leaves my lungs.
She’s wearing a baby blue robe, barely tied at the waist, and nothing underneath. Her skin gleams, smooth and warm, and her hair is down—soft waves catching the moonlight like threads of gold. There’s a subtle sheen on her legs, lotion maybe, or the kind of oil that begs to be touched.
And then the scent hits me.
Warm. Feminine. Something floral beneath the perfume. Something that makes my throat tighten.
She walks past me slowly, letting the hem of the robe shift around her thighs, her bare feet silent on the hardwood. She doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t need to. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
And she knows I’m watching.
She climbs onto the bed and glances over at me.
“You sure about this?”
“I’ve never been surer, cara.”
“Me, too,” she whispers.
She holds my gaze for a long, defiant beat. Long enough for the air between us to thicken. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she reaches for the tie of her robe.
The knot slips loose.
The fabric parts just enough for moonlight to trace the lines of her body, soft highlights and shadow teasing at what she doesn’t quite reveal. She’s not flaunting herself. She’s daring me to look.
And I do.
Every inch of her seems designed to test my control. The curve of her shoulder, the elegant line of her collarbone, the subtle shift of breath that makes the silk tremble against her skin, the little patch of blonde hair between her legs, and her large breasts that make my mouth water.
She lets the robe slip off her shoulders before climbing onto the bed.
Desire curls low in my gut, sharp and insistent and I adjust myself. “Fuck.”
A faint hum vibrates through the room. She’s looking away from me now as she bends one of her legs on the mattress. The buzzing changes as she presses it between her legs.
“Are you toying with your clit, cara?”
Her lips part as she says, “Yes.”
“Spread your legs so I can see.”
And what does my good girl do? She spreads her legs.
Her cunt is glistening with her arousal. She runs the toy through her slit before pressing it against her clit again. Her little gasp fills the room, making my cock harden.
“Is that all you were going to do, cara? Play with your clit until you came?”
She glares at me as she moves the vibrator, sliding it into her cunt. The sound it makes is music to my ears.
Elizabeth holds my gaze as she fucks herself with the silicone toy.
“That’s it. Show me how well you can take that toy.”
That earns me a whimper.
“Lorenzo,” she pants. “Please… I…”
“Yes, cara?”
“I don’t want to come on this toy.”
My voice is low as I ask, “And where to do you want to come?”
“On your cock. Please.”
I stand. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
There’s a part of me that knows this is madness. That we will never be able to take this back. Somehow, I can’t find it in me to care.
Slowly, I undress. She watches the entire time, edging herself over and over until I move to the bed.
“Are you on birth control?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Good. Because I’m going to fill your pussy until you’re dripping.”
“Okay.”
Heat coils low and tight in my gut. For a moment, I just look at her. Her hair spilled across the pillows, her lips parted, chest rising and falling in anticipation. She’s all softness and fire.
“You sure?” I ask, voice rough, fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek.
She nods, her eyes locked on mine. “Are you?”
It undoes me.
I press my forehead to hers and breathe her in—lotion, warmth, something sweeter beneath it all that’s entirely her. I kiss her slow this time, memorizing the way she sighs into my mouth.
“Let’s put this aside,” I say, taking the toy from her.
And then I begin exploring her. I trace the shape of her stomach and the curve of her hip learning her inch by inch. She arches under my touch, whispering my name like a secret meant only for the dark. When I rub her clit, she moans.
“Next time I’m going to taste your sweet cunt, but not right now.”
I move over her holding her gaze even when it’s too much. As I slide into her, I let out a moan.
“Fuck, cara. You feel like heaven,” I murmur, looking down at her.
I try to be gentle but soon I’m rocking into her heat so hard that the headboard hits the wall. She’s just as hungry, arching into me and running her nails down my back, marking me.
“Lorenzo,” she pants. “I’m so close.”
I reach between us and strum her clit. Her lips part on a silent scream as she clamps down on me. I follow, filling her with my cum.
And as I look down at her, flushed and sated like she belongs there, a new thought roots itself in my mind.
I need an heir.
And Elizabeth can give it to me.
Not for legacy.
Not for power.
But because something about her—this—feels like the beginning of everything I never knew I was missing.
And I want it secured.
Bound.
Mine.
In that moment I know I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.