20. Warren
20
WARREN
I f there was one thing I couldn't stand, it was when people touched me without my permission. Like they thought they had a right to my personal space.
Darla was just that type of person.
Even her name felt bitter in my mouth.
She was an ex. If I could even call her that.
Once upon a time, we’d had pretty okay sex. For a few months at most, she had been at my beck and call, placing herself in the position Addi had sold herself into.
It had been fun, until she had become annoyingly entitled. She told me time and again that she wanted more. Demanded more. Even though I had been clear from the start.
And when I ended things, she turned into… whatever this was.
Her hand brushed across my arm for the millionth time, her voice like an incessantly annoying fly buzzing around my head.
“I told you not to touch me,” I hissed at her.
My gaze snapped back to Addi and that Ezra guy. As soon as she walked away with him, I snapped a photo of him and sent it off to Ares. Within five minutes, I knew everything there was to know about him and the semi-successful company he was running.
My blood boiled when he leaned close to Addi and whispered something to her. I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth together when she smiled and let out a small giggle.
What’s so fucking funny? Even before we hated each other, she never laughed at my jokes like that.
“Warren,” Darla called, her voice raising an octave. With a sigh, I looked back at her, forcing myself to look away from Addi for a moment. “They’re trustworthy and will offer you a good deal. If you want, I can make an introduct?—”
“Darla,” I snapped at her, my voice loud enough to cause a few people to turn their heads. I didn’t care, though. I came here with Addi; I didn’t give a fuck if people saw me getting snappy with other girls.
Especially one who clearly couldn’t take a hint.
Even if she was the daughter of some wealthy emerald mine owner, which was actually another reason we’d never work out—not that I needed more of those. She didn’t know the meaning of hard work. She just sat there, getting more and more wealthy off her dad’s blood money.
Or maybe it’s because every time you fucked her, you wished she was a little more petite and blonder.
Fuck. I wanted to strangle the voice in my head for that comment.
“What do you want?” I asked, not beating around the bush any longer.
“You know what I want,” she said, her eyes narrowing and her hand back on me, my forearm this time. “It’s never changed. I want you. Father expects me to marry someone soon, and I don’t want some random?—”
I let out a huff of a laugh and pushed her hand off me. What’s with it and her thinking she has a right to touch me?
“I don’t want anything to do with you,” I hissed. “I thought I made that clear a long time ago.”
She gave me a pout that I guessed was supposed to make me be a bit more forgiving toward her, but it did the exact opposite.
“But Warren…”
How had I gotten involved with her? How could I have ever thought she would help me forget Addi?
I instantly looked around for the woman who was controlling my every thought.
I’m fucked.
Just one look. I just need one look.
But looking at Addi was a mistake. She and her little friend had changed positions. They were closer, in fact. Too close. I saw red.
Her hand was on his arm, a soft look on her face that she would never give me in a million years. He was looking at her like he was fucking starstruck or something. Like he was the center of her world. Like he would bottle up everything she wanted in the world and give it to her as a gift.
Why are they so close? Was Addi not clear about the contract?
Fuck the contract.
We came here together; her hands are not going to be on another man.
Anger burned inside me, the heat of it licking at my skin and threatening to make my head explode with the intensity of it.
Him placing his hand on hers was the final straw.
I lifted my hand to Darla to stop her from continuing, but my legs were already moving of their own accord, bringing me across the space in seconds. My hand latched onto Addi’s wrist, and I pulled her away from him without so much as a second thought.
Her small protest died on her lips as I pulled her through the main room and into a hallway off to the side. I had no idea where I was going; all I knew was that I needed her now. But when I saw it, I knew it’d be perfect for what I needed to do. It was dark and hidden behind a gallery. No one would even think to come here if not for some worker on a break.
The noise from the party faded into the background, and I pushed Addi up against the wall.
Shock was the main expression on her face, but that quickly morphed into anger. Her eyes were alight with it.
My favorite fucking expression, except for the one she has when she sucks my cock.
But that was not what I wanted from her then. I wanted more.
“Warren, what the fuck are you doing?”
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, unable to stop the anger from threading into my words. “You remember our contract, right? No man can even so much as touch you?—”
“That’s what this is about?” she said, annoyance flitting across her face. “You got mad because Ezra touched me?”
“And you touched him,” I hissed. “ No touching, kissing, caressing, or sexually pleasing another man or woman . It’s in the contract.”
She rolled her eyes, attitude running off her in waves and licking my skin.
Fuck, I need her so goddamn badly.
“It’s harmless,” she protested. “He was just being nice.”
“ Nice will make you lose two million dollars,” I growled, leaning close. We were a hair’s breadth away. “And what about you and your hand on him? Were you being nice as well?
I hadn’t realized how close my hand was to squeezing her neck, or how my other had her hip pinned against the wall until that moment.
Nor did I realize how rock-hard my cock was until our hips were pushed together. Until her body melded against me like she was fucking made for me. Need and anger burst through me, at odds with each other but wanting the same outcome.
Addi, bent over for me, a moaning, writhing mess while I reminded her exactly who she belonged to.
“Oh, like how your ex-girlfriend’s hand was literally feeling up your bicep in front of everyone?” Addi shot back.
Is that jealousy?
Fuck. It only made me harder for her.
“Ex-girlfriend?” I scoffed. “Darla? Hardly. But not only can I establish boundaries, I am not under contract. Tell me, babygirl , since you were watching so closely, did you see me touch her at all?”
Redness spread across her cheeks. My hand trailed from her hip to her ass, cupping it and pulling her closer.
As if on instinct, she hiked her leg up around my hip. The dress scrunched up, giving me a view of her lacy white underwear. Even in the almost darkness, I could make it out.
The dark and dirty secret that she was trying her hardest to keep from me with huffs and puffs and rage.
Her soaked underwear.
My mouth watered at the sight. My breathing deepened.
“Answer me,” I ordered hoarsely. “Did you see me touch her ?”
“No,” she said under her breath, and wrapped her arms around my neck, touching it before grabbing my hair. I let my hand slide against the back of her thigh, reveling in the way she opened herself to me.
“And did you see me enjoy her touch? The way I enjoy yours?”
The look on her face was downright sinful. Her cheeks were a beautiful red hue that looked so perfect on her I wanted to throw out everything in her closet that didn’t match that color. The desire in her eyes only fed my ego.
She hated how much she wanted me, and I loved every minute of it.
I ground into her, making sure she could feel every inch of me.
“Isn’t that funny?” I asked, my eyes falling to her breasts, watching as they rose and fell with every breath. “How even though I have nothing stopping me from fucking the whole town, I still chose you.”
“Do you want a fucking reward for playing with the two-million-dollar pussy you bought?”
Fuck.
I couldn’t stop myself. My hand trailed up her dress until it came up to one strap, pushing it down off her shoulder.
“Your dirty secret is that no matter what this mouth says, you still want me, babygirl,” I said and pushed the top of her dress down until her breast was visible to me. I buried my face in her neck. “Do you want to know mine?”
My thumb brushed across her nipple.
Her little gasp had my cock twitching as I licked up the length of her neck, stopping at her ear, so I could whisper, “It’s that I love you fucking attitude.”
And with that, I fell to my knees in front of her.
My hands traveled down her body as I fell. I felt the coldness of the marble floor, but I didn’t care. Not when her leg was hooked over my shoulder, and I was face-to-face with her addictive pussy.
I leaned in, inhaling the wet fabric. Her moan told me she liked it, and I looked up. Her face? Told me she loved it.
“Not telling me to stop?” I asked with a smirk I knew she could feel against her cunt.
“You’re entitled to use your purchase,” she replied, though her breath was shaky.
My fingers played with the edge of her panties until I reached her core and pulled them to the side.
Her folds were glistening with unattended need.
A fucking masterpiece.
The anger had dissipated, leaving only one thing left.
Need.
“Touch yourself for me, babygirl,” I said. “I’m going to make good on my purchase, and before you know it, you’ll be begging for me.”
“In your fucking drea?—”
I cut her off with a long, languid lick over her pussy.
“Oh god.”
“No god here, babygirl. Just you and me.”