Chapter 9 #2
“It wasn’t entirely your fault.” I kissed her jaw as I glided my hand down her side and rested it on her hip. “But you should bear some of the responsibility.”
“I wasn’t apologizing for trying to make sure my brother was okay,” she said. “I don’t regret going to see him, even if I was intercepted by a man who looked like a football player.”
“Ricardo was a football player, but he took too many knocks to the head, so now he works for my family.” I lowered my head to her breasts, swirling my tongue around her nipple. “For the record, he didn’t rat you out.”
Even if Lucas hadn’t told me she went to the pool house, I would have known after I reviewed the security footage on the property. I scanned the footage every night to make sure nothing was amiss.
“There isn’t much you can hide from me.” I wedged my knee between her legs and nudged her thighs apart. “You should probably remember that, because I hate when people try to deceive me.”
“I didn’t deceive you.” She sucked in a breath when I pushed my hand inside her panties. “I just didn’t agree with your demand.”
“Which is exactly why you’re going to feel me every time you walk or sit tomorrow.” I traced my finger along her slit. “I’m going to relentlessly pound into you all fucking night, so the next time you’ll remember which one of us is in charge.”
“Untie me.” She clenched around my fingers when I slipped them inside her.
“No.” I dropped to my knees, hooking my thumbs in either side of her panties. “Don’t make another demand. It won’t go well for you.”
The thought of fucking her while she was on her knees with her hands tied behind her back was enough to make me come, so I needed to slow this down a bit. Tasting her would do that for a few minutes.
I swiped my mouth along her lower stomach, breathing in the warm vanilla scent of her body wash as I shimmied her panties over her hips and down her legs. I held one hip firm, helping her step out of the unremarkable white cotton underwear. A new wardrobe was in her immediate future.
I gazed up at the goddess standing before me.
Her long hair fell over her creamy skin, coasting along the tops of her breasts.
She had no idea the allure she possessed, because if she had, she would use it to her advantage.
Instead, she sold herself to me with no regard for her well-being. That infuriated me more than it should.
What if she had gone to Bello instead? If we hadn’t met the week before, that might have been her only alternative.
I reached behind her and planted my palm against her ass, nudging her closer to my face. She shivered as I spread her open and skimmed my tongue along her entrance.
“I bet you taste like sin.” I licked her slit as I pushed my fingers inside her warmth.
“Ah…” Her legs quivered.
My cock strained against my zipper, but I wanted to savor all of her.
She rocked into my hand, forcing me to go deeper.
Her squirming against my face prodded me to speed up the rhythm of my tongue.
She thrashed forward, almost tumbling into me, but I held her backside firmly as I pleasured her with my mouth.
“Milo.” My name came out in a breathless strain. “I… Holy hell.”
She stretched up on her toes as she moved her hips in time with my tongue. I licked and kissed her until she spiraled into bliss, whispering my name as she lost control.
“Now maybe you’ll be more agreeable.” I licked her juices from my fingers.
“Come here.” I yanked her onto her knees, so that she joined me on the floor and kissed her soft lips with a fierceness that made her jerk away.
“Don’t do that.” I gripped her hair and smashed my lips into hers, letting her taste where I had been.
“I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you. ”
I pushed her onto her stomach, gripped her hips, and then brought her to me. “Tonight, I’m making you mine.” I shoved my pants and boxer briefs down to my thighs and scooted closer to her until our skin heated against one another.
Pulling her up by her restrained wrists so my chest touched her back, I kissed the side of her neck. “You took a chance by coming to me last night, but now I’m going to show you that risk has rewards.”
“Umm…” Her body tensed when I swept my fingers along her mound. “I don’t… I’ve never…”
“Shh…” I bent her forward, arched her hips, and entered her hot, wet, and incredibly narrow sex.
“Wait!” She glanced over her shoulder, panic dominating her features. “Not like this,” she said. “We can’t.”
“I already know you’re on the pill.” I inched inside her but didn’t get very far. She was so tight. Almost too tight.
“What?” She clenched her teeth. “How?”
“I told you I do my research.”
“That’s not it.” She bit her lip. “You have to untie me.” She sucked in a breath. “Please.”
“No.” I pushed her into the floor, holding her still as I worked myself into her, raising her hips to get a better angle. “Just relax.”
“Milo,” she cried out.
“Why are you so tense?” When I thrust my hips, I had my answer. “Are you fucking kidding me? ”
Her breaths came out in quick, labored bursts. Is she having a panic attack?
“You’ve never done this before.” Still buried inside her, I ran my hand through my hair, trying to fight the feral urge to shove forward and take her hard and fast. Being the first to conquer and tame this rare beauty drove me insane.
But as aroused as I was, I couldn’t. Not like this.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know,” she mumbled.
I jerked out of her, taking in her naked and totally restrained form. Shit! I untied her wrists, but she stayed still, rooted to the floor. Grabbing the throw from the edge of the bed, I draped it over her shoulders before getting up and adjusting my pants, trying to ignore the blood on my cock.
A virgin.
I hurried over to the liquor cabinet, grateful I had installed it when I started spending more time at the penthouse. I quickly poured myself a drink and downed it, knowing the sting of the alcohol in my throat wasn’t strong enough to dull this mess.
How had I misread this situation? I assumed she had gotten her brother out of trouble by using her beauty and body before. Why would she trade herself to save him if she had never had sex? Why would she choose someone like me?
When I turned to face my indiscretion, she was still where I had left her, looking down at the hardwood planks. The cold, unforgiving floor that I almost fucked her against.
“Are you angry?” she whispered.
I poured myself another drink, analyzing my emotions and forcing myself to get it together.
“Angry?” I asked. “I’m fucking furious.”