Chapter Fifty-Nine
Phoenix
If she was a trespasser, I was a thief.
My pants already unzipped, I wasn’t thinking about Ares at my house, or how I’d left Lincoln after he’d fallen asleep for the second night in a row, or told Tauk just now to stay downstairs because I wasn’t going to be here long.
I was silently entering the main bedroom of the penthouse suite, freeing my cock, and using my own spit to get the head wet as I stole my first fix of her all day.
Naked, face down, lying on top of the covers, legs jackknifed, cunt bare.
I didn’t hesitate or give warning.
Grabbing her hips, I yanked her up and shoved into my intruse with one thrust.
Her shocked cry at the intrusion was fucking entrancing, but the grated moan that followed as I stroked deep was the catharsis I needed for all the shit things I couldn’t control.
Speaking of control, I needed to subvert this little intruse’s bad habit before she did it again. “Do you always sleep naked on top of the covers?”
“Nix,” she groaned.
“Answer the question, Isla.”
Already moving those hips, she paused to look over her shoulder. Then she gave me a sleepy smile. “Hi.”
“Hello. Answer.”
“I like this,” she purred.
“I know.” The little fucking minx. “Do you want to come?” Wetter by the second, she was already pulsing.
“Please,” she replied sweetly, rocking back into me.
With a palm on her lower back, I stilled her. Then I let my possessive flag fly. “Never sleep naked without me again.”
She drew in a breath, and her lips formed a perfect circle I wanted to fuck. “Oh.”
“Oh, what?” I demanded sternly.
She pulsed hard. “Okay?”
“Is that a question?”
Staring at me, half asleep, fully aroused, she blinked. Then the submissive, vulnerable side of my intruse came out. “I won’t sleep naked without you again.”
“Good.” I gave her fair warning. “I’m going to fuck this little cunt hard and rough. You can come now if you like, but then you’re going to wait.” Fingering her clit, I pinched the bundle of nerves. “You’re going to—”
“Ahhh!” Gorgeously vocal, constricting around my cock, her cunt pulsating, she screamed through her release.
I almost lost control. “Did that feel good, intruse?” I slapped her clit. “Taking what you wanted? Coming all over my cock?”
She shuddered. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”
Fucking her through her aftershocks, building on a release that was already right there, I palmed her peaked nipples and dragged my teeth along her nape. “Good. You ready to listen now?” I bit her shoulder on a deep thrust.
Her groan filled the room.
“Not an answer.” I slapped her cunt.
She curled inward, pulsed around my cock, and then the little fucking trespasser kept pulsing, already about to come again.
I jerked out of her.
“NO.” Reaching back, she gripped my thighs and dug her nails in. “No, no, no.”
Fisting my soaked cock, I stroked myself. “What did I tell you?”
“Come back, come back, come back.”
I gripped her hair, turned her head, and brought my mouth to hers. “You want my cock? You want me to fill that empty little cunt with my seed?”
“Yes, oh God, please, yes.” She shoved her ass back.
My cock slid between her cheeks. “What did I tell you to do, Isla?”
She ground her hips. “W-wait.”
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” Because that’s where she was dangerously heading with her grinding.
She stilled. But she didn’t say no.
“Noted.” I kissed her. Gentle, reverent. Acknowledging. “Thank you, ma petite intruse. I will take you up on claiming your tight little ass, but not tonight, and not without prep.” I kissed her once more. “Are you listening to me now?”
“Yes,” she whispered, moving one of her hands to my wrist and gripping like she needed an anchor.
“I’m going to finish fucking you—hard—and I’m going to fill that greedy little cunt.
That’s when you’re going to come. Milk all my seed, take it deep.
Then I’m going to fuck you again for good measure.
You’ll fall asleep with my releases inside you, knowing you’re owned, and when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll finger that full cunt, and understand this…
.” Bringing my mouth to her ear, I lowered my voice. “You are mine, Isla Sennan.”
“Nix.”
I pulled back, grabbed her hips, and drove into her hard. “Then you’re going to be ready by oh ten hundred—dress, bikini, sandals, my fucking cologne optional—and I’m picking you up. Repeat what I said,” I demanded, thrusting against her G-spot.
“Dress. C-cologne. Ten—oh God. T-Ten a.m. Bikini.” Her cunt constricted. “S-sandals. I’m going to come.”
“Not yet, you’re not.” Driving deep, I stilled. “What time am I picking you up tomorrow?”
Her legs and voice shook. “T-t-ten.”
I palmed her throat. “Say it again,” I demanded, ready to fucking explode. “This time without faltering.”
“Ten.”
“Louder.”
“TEN.”
“Good.” Rearing back, I grabbed her hips. “Good, bonne fille.” I unleashed. Thrusting hard, over and over, I fucked my little trespasser until that first jet of release hit her sweet cunt. Then I gave her what we both needed—my dominance. “Come, ma petite intruse.”