7. Anton
Chapter 7
Anton
I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve turned feral with Scarlett. Keeping her in my bed, feeding her, cleaning her, fucking her. Each time, taking her without a condom, because the primal animal in me couldn’t stop my actions. Scarlett has a power over me that I try to fight, but fail.
She tried to warn me she wasn’t on birth control at one point, but I already knew she was unprotected.
I’m so happy that’s the case. Before I wanted to get her pregnant to tie her to me. Now I want what she does. I want a baby. But I only want one with her.
I hate that the weekend is over already.
We spent the entire time in bed or with me, soothing her aching body and her sore pussy in the bathtub. All I want now is to be with her—not at work.
Her head is on my chest as I stroke my cock. The animal in me wants to feed my seed into her body once again. I hate that each time I bathe her, I could’ve washed away any chance of breeding her.
I’m desperate to see her belly being big and round, and carrying my child.
Cassandra will be furious once she finds out. She wanted children our entire marriage, but I used condoms with her, not wanting to take the chance she was not on birth control.
But as I look at Scarlett, all I want to do is fill her up with my cum over and over. She moans in her sleep as my hand strokes her skin. My fingers trail down her body until I slide my finger through her wet folds. She’s already ready for me.
She groans as she moves her pussy over my finger, her ripe body sucking it inside her. Her eyes fly open and she stares at me.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I say, pulling her on top of me and spreading her legs on either side of my hips.
I take hold of my cock and press the crown against her clit. Scarlett’s head drops back with her moan.
“That’s nice,” she whimpers, as I stroke her clit with my cock.
“Ride me,” I say, holding her hips to stable her. I normally like to dominate, being the one who does the rutting, but I want to see her body as it moves as she bounces on my dick.
Her eyes lock onto mine as she lowers her pussy onto my cock, little movements up and down as she works her way on.
My thumbs tease her nipples into stiff peaks before I press my mouth there, my tongue licking over the hard nub before I suck on it. She moans, lowering her tits closer to my mouth, her hands grip my hair as she rocks over me. Little whimpers and I know she’s already close, and so am I.
Her head lowers to my neck as she slowly unravels on top of me. Her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me for all she can.
I tip her head to one side and sink my teeth into her shoulder. She shrieks, but the pleasure of the sting makes her grip on my cock.
“Anton...” she breathes. She gets nothing else out before I grasp her hips and pound into her.
She cries out. I know I’m stretching her as I thrust my cock in and out, letting out a groan as I’m filling her with my cum again.
“Anton,” she whimpers.
I rest her head on a pillow while I prop her ass in the air with another to allow her body to feed on my seed.
We talk about life for twenty minutes before I begrudgingly take her in my arms and wash her aches away in the shower.
Three hours later, Scarlett is somewhere in the building, and I’m like a caged tiger pacing my office, knowing she is somewhere out there.
I ball my hands in and out of fists as I stare out of the window, waiting for her to come to my office. I need to relax and reach out and tap my fingers on the windowsill. Finally, I stroll to my desk and hit the button on my phone for my secretary.
“How long are inductions normally on for?” I ask impatiently.
“Normally one hour, Mr. Hawthorn.”
“Send Miss Williams into my office the moment it finishes. I don’t have all day.”
“Of course.”
I hang up and pace once more.
Just as I turn to stride another length of my office, the door opens and my secretary Penelope is standing with a smile on her face. Next to her is Scarlett, chewing nervously on her bottom lip.
The way my body is already burning for her, you would never think I saw her at home a mere three hours ago.
Her warm eyes stare around my office and I can’t help but gaze at her beautiful features as she takes it in. She turns back to me and smiles, and it’s like a bullet has hit me straight in the knees.
She’s always made me weak every time she smiles, every time she is near, and she doesn’t know it yet, but I’m never letting her go.
“You told me to send her straight in,” Penny says.
I smile. “Thank you. Could you arrange lunch for two at The Park for twelve o’clock? I want no interruptions for an hour while I go through Miss Williams’ work schedule.”
“Yes, Mr. Hawthorn.” Penny glances at me, then Scarlett before backing to the door and closing it as she leaves. I know why she stared at me the way she did, because I never go through work schedules with students who are here for work experience.
“Should I call you Mr. Hawthorn when at work?” Scarlett says as I take her hand in mine.
Her mouth opens, and a quiet whimper escapes her lips as I back her against the wall. My eyes remain on hers as my hands caress the sides of her body. Wanting to touch what is mine again, wanting to engrave on my brain every curve and whimper she owns.
Grabbing hold of her waist and lifting her high, she laughs as she wraps her legs around my waist. Her back is against the wall when I press my solid cock between her thighs. I just wish the two of us were naked.
Her eyes open wide. Probably wondering what I’m going to do. What I am doing is trying to stop myself from throwing her on the desk, ripping off her panties, before I wrap my fingers around her ponytail, and rut into her like a wild animal before filling her with my cum.
“Anton,” she whispers, and I have to blink a few times to come back down to earth. My dirty thoughts overtake all rational ones the moment she is breathing the same space as me.
Actually, she’s never needed to be near me for me to have indecent thoughts about her.
“Please kiss me.” Her voice is small, like she is worried about taking the lead.
I press my mouth against hers, swallowing her gasp as my tongue slides between her parted lips. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer as she arches against me. The sweet taste of her mouth drives me wild - mint and the taste of her cherry lip balm.
She moans softly when I deepen the kiss, exploring every part of her mouth as my hands grip her hips tighter.
Her legs squeeze around my waist, pulling my hardness against her center. The friction makes my head spin. I trail kisses down her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent.
“Angel,” I murmur against her skin. My control slips with each passing second that she’s in my arms.
With great effort, I ease her legs down until her feet touch the floor. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she looks up at me with those ocean-blue eyes, lips swollen from my kisses.
I have to step back before I lose myself completely.
“Take a seat, Miss Williams.” My voice comes out rougher than intended as I gesture to the chair across from my desk.
“Yes, Sir.”
And my cock hardens in an instant once again.
We sit at the meeting table in my office, because it’s away from the window and stops my colleagues from staring in as they walk by.
I manage to go over her work schedule, as distracting as she is.
Scarlett asks the right questions, and I’m impressed by her knowledge. She is definitely an excellent student. Maybe she wants to be a lawyer more than I realize.
I close my eyes and I think about getting her pregnant. I’m thirty-two years old and if I’m going to have children, I want them soon.
But does she?
I stare at her reading the details of a new player, and the multimillion dollar contract he has signed up for.
We make hockey players rich, not as rich as me. Though I’m not billionaire status, and I certainly don’t have people picking out my clothes. I’m pretty normal, regardless of what the papers print.
I think Cassandra sold a few stories about my wealth, mainly how she was duped into signing a prenuptial agreement. Four million she signed up for. Cassandra knew exactly what she was doing.
I was no better. She deserved every cent of the money for putting up with me. I was hardly husband material—but I will be to her.
Scarlett—my soon to be wife.
“You used to be a criminal lawyer,” Scarlett says, taking me out of my musing. And I wasn’t musing about Cassandra for any other reasons, but I know she’s up to something, and I need to keep Scarlett out of the cross-fire.
“I did when I was younger.”
“Must have been more exciting than signing up hockey players.”
“This is less stressful.” I laugh.
I used to work in criminal law. Helping mafia men get away with the crimes they should have been imprisoned for.
She nods knowingly. “Did it ever worry you having those men as your clients?” Scarlett asks, pushing the file away.
“No. I was doing a job for them. I got paid and walked away. Same as now, minus the criminal element.”
Scarlett nods. “I must admit, criminal law is interesting.”
“Do you want to be a lawyer or a mother?” I ask. Instantly regretting the question.
She smiles. “Both. Would you give up your career if you had a baby?”
I shake my head.
“Then why does a woman have to?”
I growl. Not because of her words, but because I am so happy she knows she can have what she wants. Still, it doesn’t harm to test her. “Keep up that sassy mouth and I will fill it with my cock.”
Her eyebrows lift and she glances over her shoulder, pushes her chair out and lowers onto the floor. Her hands are fumbling at my belt, which I help her with as she unzips my trousers and pulls out my cock.
I groan as her warm hand strokes my length, gripping it at just the right tightness. Her hot mouth covers the crown, licking and sucking, and I jerk in my seat.
My hand is in her hair as she slurps and sucks.
I glance underneath the table. Her eyes look up through her lashes at me. The head of my cock is red against her pale skin. But it’s seeing her free hand rubbing her clit that sends me over the edge.
I drag her out from the table, push up her skirt and bend her over until her tits are pressing against the cold wood.
Hooking the inside of her lacy panties to one side to see her glistening pussy and I push my throbbing cock inside.
“Do you want my baby inside you?” My voice is an octave lower. “You can go on the pill if you aren’t ready.”
“I want a baby with you,” she says.
My heart beats wildly. We’re doing this. She wants this as much as me.
Grabbing her hips, I pound into her, rutting her like I’m an animal and she’s in heat.
Her moans are loud, but I know nobody can see us. I positioned the table away from the window on purpose. I never want prying eyes to see who my clients are. Today I thank my lucky stars I made that decision.
I suck my thumb, leaving saliva coating it, urging it into her asshole, as I continue thrusting into her.
Her moans have turned low and I know she is close.
“Yes, Anton...Yes...Harder, faster...I’m coming...” she gasps.
Oh my god. My future wife is a goddess.
My fingers dig into her hips as her wetness coats my cock, pressing into her hard. Once, twice and the third time, I release my seed into her.
I slow my movements, closing my eyes as shot after shot of hot fluid coats her.
My breath catches when hands clap behind me. “What a show, and I captured it all.”
I glance over my shoulder to see Cassandra. Her hand held out, showing me her phone.
“I hope you’re not fucking recording this,” I growl as I pull out of Scarlett, cover her up, and whisper to her, “Keep your head against the table so she can’t record your face.”
“Okay,” Scarlett whimpers. Her scared eyes look into mine.
I drag my trousers up and turn to my ex-wife. She shrieks. “You fucked her without a condom. Who is she?”
“Turn off the camera and we’ll talk,” I say. Walking to her. She is too shocked to realize when I grab the phone from her hands, but she’s quick enough to lean forward and turn off the phone.
The screen is black, and I need her pin number.
“Delete the video,” I growl.
“No, keep the phone. I can access it from the cloud anyway,” Cassandra says with a grin on her face.
I insert a few numbers into the phone but while I’m distracted; she dodges me, and when I turn. She is staring at Scarlett, who is glaring back at her.
“Oh my god, Scarlett, what the fuck are you doing?” Cassandra shrieks. “He is your father’s friend.”
Then Cassandra twists to me, tilts her head to one side with a villainous smirk on her face. Before shaking her head, knowingly. “Now I know why you divorced me.”