10. CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER TEN
I vy
Brody’s intense gaze chills and heats me up at the same time. His eyes drag over every inch of me without shame or hesitation. My skin pebbles and I have a powerful urge to escape or succumb to the weight of it. This isn’t like the other times when he looks away or ignores me. I can see the wheels spinning in his head, a decision being made. It’d leave a mark on me.
He blocks my only exit out of the mudroom. I doubt he’ll let me walk away.
My breath stutters out of me as I wait for his move.
It’s been a painful week of pretending that the kiss didn’t happen. I go to bed with him on my mind and wake up with him everywhere. Even my unconscious mind is featuring him in my dreams.
Just to make him experience what I’m going through, I’ve been giving him a special kind of hell. Throwing little taunts and acting in ways that would make him notice me without anything overt.
I’ve always wondered how long his control would last before it snaps. I’ve wondered what he’d do about it.
Until now. It seems my latest jab has answered my questions.
He charges forward, gray eyes fixed on mine.
Delicious terror grows in my belly. I take two steps backward until I meet the wall. He doesn’t stop advancing. Not until there’s an inch of space between us and he’s dominating my senses.
I can’t hold his gaze. I can’t breathe.
I try to leave but he slams a hand on the wall, blocking my exit. He towers over me. Not a lot of people do, being tall as I am. But he does. I lift my face to meet his eyes and the look in them turns my insides to mush.
“Let me go, Brody.” I sound squeaky like a scared little mouse. I try again. “Now.”
It comes out as a whimper, making the corner of his lip turn upward. His gaze drops down to my trembling lower lip and I feel them grow heavy with anticipation.
Will he kiss me again? I swallow, sucking my lips between my teeth. I haven’t been able to get rid of his taste. And the feeling of his arm encircling me. If he closes the gap between us now, I’ll give in. Damn everything else, I will. Anything to relive the moment he took me in his arms many nights ago.
But he doesn’t lean in. He just holds his position an inch away from me until I start to squirm.
“You want to find out what I’ll do, don’t you?” He speaks softly, but his words thunder through me.
“I...”
“I know you want to.”
I gulp.
“Maybe I’ll show you.” He breathes against my ear. “Maybe you’ll like it.” Warm air flits across my cheek. “Maybe you’ll beg me not to stop.”
I’m trembling. So badly. Why won’t he touch me? Why torture me with words?
His eyes meet mine again. “Should I back off, Ivy? Should I keep my hands to myself?”
A finger skims the top of my waistband. My breath hitches and a whimper escapes my lips. The suspense has me shaking.
Please. Please .
“Show me you want it,” he demands.
I push my hips into his fingers, pleading without words.
His conquering smile ignites a wildness inside me. I want what he’s willing to give. I want it all.
He pushes his hand inside my waistband and goes straight for my center. My eyes open wide as shock freezes my limbs.
Then he dips firm fingers past my clit and into my folds. I bite my tongue to withhold my scream.
“Come on,” he huffs. “Don’t hold back. Let your sister hear you being a needy, whiny girl.”
Iris . She could come out and see us this way. No. She likes long bathes. She said they’re therapeutic. My panic fades and I concentrate on the pleasure brewing in my lower belly.
“I see you telling yourself this is okay.” He chuckles. “Telling yourself that having your legs spread wide, being wet and willing to get fingered, is alright.”
His words send a flood straight to my core. I try to close my legs to hold it back, but he pushes my thighs apart and snakes two fingers through my folds.
“Goodness, I can feel that.” He groans. “You’re sopping wet already.”
My hands are clenched beside me. My teeth pressed together. If I let go, I’ll scream, ratting us out.
“You’ve been hot for me since the kiss, haven’t you?” He strokes through my folds again and again until my legs start shaking.
He doesn’t realize it was much earlier than that.
“Look at you.” He circles my wet hole. “Letting a man you hate so much play with your kitty.”
Him speaking my shame doesn’t embarrass me. It does the opposite. It sets me on fire.
He fetches the wetness from my folds and strokes around my clit. I bite my lip and roll my hips to the rhythm of his fingers.
“Horny girl,” he mutters. “Keep doing that. Keep fucking your greedy cunt on my fingers.”
Then he slides his fingers lower past my folds and to my aching hole. He tests the entrance with a few dips and just when I’m about to die from need, two thick fingers plunge inside.
Stars explode behind my eyelids and sensations spread through me. I brace myself and grind into his touch. The ridge of his palm comes to rest on my clit and I’m getting tortured in both sensitive spots.
His biceps strains as his fingers work faster. “That’s it, Ivy. Get your juices all over my hand. I know you’ve wanted to. Am I filling you up good?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“Good.” His voice is strained. “Take all of it.” He pushes deeper. “This is your first lesson. You need to be opened up for bigger, don’t you?”
My knees start to knock and I’m struggling to hold myself up.
“Fuck. Your little pussy is fluttering all over my fingers. Is she close?”
“Yes, yes!” I whimper.
“Good.” He presses the heel of his palm into my clit and rubs harder as his fingers stroke faster.
My eyes go blind as pleasure shoots through me. I swallow my shout as I cream all over his fingers. Brody doesn’t let up, going at it for as long as I need to feel every sensation. It’s only when I grow still that he withdraws his hand.
I slump against the wall, shaken to my core. My head is bowed and I swallow deep, steadying breaths.
The atmosphere around me suddenly feels empty. I lift my gaze. Brody has stepped back and now watches me with an indifferent look on his face.
“Nick and Zane will be coming over later to tell us where things stand with the investigation.”
My brows scrunch up as I try to understand what he’s talking about. It takes a few seconds for it to click. He’s talking about the reason I’m here. The reason we met in the first place.
Someone’s after my sister. I’m here for her safety. Not to allow our bodyguard to shove his hand down my tights and bring me to a climax.
Shame warms my cheek but I don’t lower my head. If he wants to act like what we did means nothing, then I can match that energy. “Sure. I’ll be expecting something concrete.”
He smirks like he can see through my pretend indifference. “I’ll go get a shower.”
He turns away and all I can picture is him naked and dripping.
Fuck .